I should have fought when I really fled. Fought a million battles in my head. Past tensions over things you said made me choose a language I could understand.

I'm getting on with all the other things I live for. I'm getting over it, and you're just getting older.

Been thinking of a paperweight. Paper waiting for my next mistake. Grab a grain, and give the salt a shake. Measure out the seasons in my open hand.

I'm tossing all the tumbled pieces over my shoulder. I'm getting over it, and you're just getting older.

Don't need your spoon to feed me. Don't need your need to bleed me. I don't need you to release me. I don't need your need to lead me anymore.

Felt better once I made the break. Took a while for my life to take. I took my life and gave myself a break, went for broke, and headed for the open land.

I'm brushing all the broken pieces from my shoulder. I'm getting over it, and you're just getting older. I'm getting on with all the other things I live for. I'm getting over it, and you're just getting older.

©2005 Owens, Small