I am the stone you skipped,
the heart you forget
as soon as you let go of it.

I am the lost horizon
once the hot guy comes in,
and you leave favoring him.

I the note not played
and the loss of it changes
the whole freaking arrangement.

I am the man you abandoned
because of your derangement
as you fawn over an *******
who can’t even pass anger management.

So, when you cry and ask
why you can’t find a good guy
I’ll cry and laugh at the madness
of even trying to be kind.