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

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