it’s not you, it’s me.

we joke, we laugh.
we joked, we laughed.

quite frankly…
It’s not you, it’s me.

I write about heartbreak,
I write about ecstasy.
I wrote about us,
I wrote, I write – it is a must.

Quite honestly…
It’s not you, it’s me.

I speak to you,
I speak of you.
I spoke to you,
I spoke of you.

Quite transparently…
It’s not you, it’s me.

I want this set straight,
I wanted this set straight.
Listen to C. Simon,
Listen to her twice a day.
“You’re so vain”
-she would say.
She said it best,
I live in my head,
introvert. so take a rest.

Spare me, please.
I could beg.
Believe what you must,
it’s way more about me, than it ever was and will be about you-

I wrote about you,
I write about me.
I will always double you are I tea eee.

x x