thank me later (my own fault)

i wish i hadn't taken that moment from you.
you were happy to hear me say anything.
but i had to plan my apology. my defense, like the genius i am.

theres a difference between making someone know who you are and telling them all about the words on your name tag.

no one wants to hear a speech about the shoes that don't fit their perfect feet.
i happily mess up all the comforts.

they're like leaves, and that hurricane of a life you have doesn't let you remember much... maybe you'll forget my screw ups.

heres my gift to you, on a day that makes you remember where it hurts, heres my &^%#& pass time:
make yourself presentable, stop messing up my rhythm. i was giving a speech wasn't I? my soap box as crooked as my teeth. thanks for the memories i never helped you handle. thanks for coping like you'd have to anyway.

dont amputante me, Im growing on you, i mean were growing closer.... sometimes i wonder why doing favors doesn't merit a bolt of lightning.

spoil the speech, ruin the moment.
i cant give you solace cause i never owned it
i really do care, but you'd never know it
i suck at this whole being a true friend thing; noted