Getting Over It
I was a passing thought, maybe a memory
You played along as far as you could
I was a soldier of common diversities
And you were a flickering flame who burned on longer than
you should
I was playing the part of a lost drop of water
Wanting to cling to one of your leaves
You were the quick witted magician
Always ready to pull a rabbit out of your sleeves
I was so needy and you were neurotic
Or maybe the other way around
Whenever I got too high or too happy
You would find a way to sit my ass on the ground
Now it’s different
The pendulum has stopped swinging
The lights are on, the ride switched off
And my ears are no longer ringing
You have nothing now to hold over my head
Any feelings I might have had, any words I certainly said
You have chosen for things to settle this way
And now I slowly let go of yesterday