I've had a few things to say
But I have stuck them in my back pocket
Consuming, squeezing lemons in everything
I always have.

A sense of being overwhelmed
Remember when you were supposed to be the person
To calm me down?

Strangers, professional
Friendly strangers
I will stay away in nothing but
Group settings.

I wonder if your heart aches?
It must.
I feel like I can't write or really say
Anything new in regards to you
Anymore
But I know you must do all you can
To forget, move on, forget.

I control my temper, my pain
When I see you flirt with your past
Thank God I no longer am responsible
And that, that alone
Gives me solace.

With elegant strokes full of body and spirit
I don't have time for you
I don't have time for anyone who can't ride along
I watch money swim and chuckle all around me
I'll make my own way
I always was
I always will be.

I gotta get back,
Gotta fly to Chicago
As snow storms and blizzards
Rainy Southern days in the deep south
I gotta go make things happen in the snow.

Remorse, sorrow, a deep longing for what was
And what wasn't
I prefer, I prefer me
And my art
Without you tugging at my sleeve.