I don’t have time to think about you
I’m to fast in covering the pain
nothing you can do effects me now
when I heard Memphis Murphy
singing that lonesome song
tears welled up I sheared them away
we always thought romance a cliche
never was going to have a “song”
and yet we did anyway
take this your shirt back
it’s the one we spilled the gravy on
remember that picnic where we made love
take it back I don’t have the time to clean it
you want a special autograph collage
and here it is don’t you see I don’t have time
take it and never let me see it again
and while you’re at it take your carebear collection
and all those fancy toys you once owned
I remember staying up playing Dr. Mario all night long
take these memories away from me
my time is entirely to ate up with misery
take my heart while you’re at it too
I don’t have time to give it to anyone [anything other]* [another]
*was writing meant anyone wrote anything on accident then other thought looked cool think I like another the best
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