It's been three years hasn't it?
But it's been five years now,
My life seems to be caught up in the past, and frequent inconsistency,
Oh I saw you in your robe, clutching your cover on the creaking steps,
Sleepy eyed and asking me to come to bed
And how you chased me, at a dead run, when I fled
You were standing with your girlfriend there,
In the parking lot,
I recognized your car and plate number
I bet you thought I'd forgot
Now it's so clear that I've got to move on,
My heart is aching, racing, for another dance,
So change the **** song
It can't be You Could Be Happy, Torn, or Jennifer
I can't be the past, your thought, yours
The winds are changing, I've read the cards and runes
They say I've got to be moving on from old wounds
I've cut open, sewn and sutured, now do you understand?
I'm a free spirit, gyp and matured, and even though
For once I don't have a plan!
It's exhilarating, my poems reiterated
I'll become the ****** and the feminist you always hated
So watch me go! And long for me at every turn
You'll finally learn what I am and all that you've lost,
Ha, I'll see my regrets come to instant completion