Too Far Gone

I’m becoming an incredible bore,
That’s what you said yesterday,
And I’m a bit too immature,
For the kind of adult games, that you play.
But you used to smile when you saw my face,
Even said I was the one,
You red the books upon my case,
Borrowed my things and took them home.

But I’m too far gone to cry,
Don’t ask me why,
The reservoir of tears is dry,
And I’m too far gone to cry.

Some people let their batteries run low,
They travel on empty a little too much,
Some people never let you know,
The value of the human touch.
Some people think it natural to frown,
They reach the end a little too soon,
The first time that they leave their hometown,
Is on a solo maiden voyage to the moon.

But I’m too far gone to cry,
And I’m staring at the sky’
To do or to die,
When I’m too far gone to cry.

The chip on your shoulder is bigger than a bus,
And the bee in your bonnet is the buzziest bee that ever buzzed,
Now you’re much too cruel to be kind,
As you commit another motiveless crime.

But I’m too far gone to cry,
I’m gonna drink this bottle dry,
From June through to July,
I’ll be too far gone to cry,
Too far gone to cry.

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© R.Myers