You’re not exactly what I’d call a friend
and I didn’t mean to invite you in again,
but you’ve been around for so long
that I’ve just come to accept your presence.

Now, somehow you forced your way in
and my chest is tearing itself in two
and all of these idiotic memories are
drilling themselves to the front of my thoughts.

And I don’t know why you think
that you can just barge right in unannounced,
but take this as a formal invitation
to kindly get the hell out of my life.

Not all who wonder
                     are lost.
Not all who are frozen
                         defrost
Not all who are young
                            are foolish.
Not all who are emo
                                are ghoulish.
Not all who smile
                                    are happy.
Not all who laugh
                                        are peppy.
Not all who cry
                                              are sad.                          
                  
Not all that is gone was one had.