Maybe I'm just bad news,
Or maybe it's just to you.
I'm a bad issue,
my pages and ink misaligned and the corners chewed.
My timing is always wrong,
like a clock running hours long.
My batteries fine but my hands seem to make mistakes all the time.
Do you think we took things too slow?
I couldn't keep up pace with my frail bones
And every time a sign says to go
My wheels get stuck in a pot hole
Maybe its just my luck
I was born a passing stone
I'm sure I'll always be stuck
waiting here alone
Apology's overdue,
but did they ever mean a thing to you?
Repeat and repent,
like all the time that we spent was nothing new.
I'm tripping over myself
who knew that I could fall so well?
I'm inclined to decline
but I'm sick of saying no to you all the time
Do you think we took things too slow?
I couldn't keep up pace with my frail bones
And every time a sign says to go
My wheels get stuck in a pot hole
Maybe its just my luck
I was born a passing stone
I'm sure I'll always be stuck
waiting here alone

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