Maybe
I'll see a movie
you wouldn't miss me
you're with my new replacement
and I need
pictures and video for me to remember how very good we used to be, back when we were brand new
(you were there, too)
So I wait for you to cry
come back into my arms
I'll give you tiny little books I wrote in my spare time
novels with illustrations in black line
you never asked why I never came for you
(i am bad news)
how you seem to me
a nursery rhyme embedded in my head, but never getting any better
repeat yourself to me 1,000 times.
