MaybeI’ll see a movieyou wouldn’t miss meyou’re with my new replacementand I needpictures and video for me to remember how very good we used to be, back when we were brand new(you were there, too)So I wait for you to crycome back into my armsI’ll give you tiny little books I wrote in my spare timenovels with illustrations in black lineyou never asked why I never came for you(i am bad news)how you seem to mea nursery rhyme embedded in my head, but never getting any betterrepeat yourself to me 1,000 times.