You’ve moved on. And that’s just fine. You were nothing But grime under my nails. A stale hit. The key didn’t fit- So go ahead and mail it back. I need a new one To get over the Old act. Matter of fact, I need a new one altogether. Someone who will show me off better. Bored of the Mundane brains surrounding My skewed one. I’m just a dainty demon, Who wants to have some fun. Rearranged blame, pounding in my head- Seeing red Until I find the right one Who feels the same. I am not the one to blame. Reciprocate my passion- Stop playing in my feelings. Guessing real love is too old fashioned For a young boy like you to be feeling.