Spring has sprung, finally
Leaving the ash of winter behind
Desolation continues to bloom
But a few sprigs of hope gather
Makes for a truly lovely scene
Honest till the end, aren't we
Incapable of incapacitation
Perhaps that's where we'll stop
Let the dust settle, as it were
My workplace is deserted today
Spring break this week
Don't really have any plans
What else is new?
I wanted her to suffer so bad
Then I realized she can't
She doesn't have it in her
Memories returned to sender
She asks for her school things
I say she'll have them today
And she tells me the following
"I don't have the space, but ok"
It's these exhaustive games
That I really don't miss at all
Don't miss it in the fucking least
It's just another way I know
I've moved on, in my heart
Good riddance
