remember the good times
is all that you wrote
the words i read got stuck in my throat
remember the good times?
when were those?
for I’ve looked as far as my memory goes.
i’ve tried and i’ve tried to find these grand days
but i’m coming up empty
‘cause you’re just one-act plays
of selfish, greedy, immoral plots
never getting what you want
and that’s a lot
remember the good times?
i wish i could
i wish there was something in you I find good
but you’ve lived your life of self-serving deeds
of stealing what you want,
but never need,
of talents gone wasted
cause you’re a damn fool
disappointed the world
hasn’t fawned and drooled
that they haven’t come knocking
to give you the key
that won’t ever come
and won’t set you free
disappointment feeds on asking so much
when you’ve done so little to earn life’s trust
here’s what i’ll remember
and i beg you to, as well
i love you and I truly hope
you give life better stories to tell.