I like to forgive and forget
To a point of sin
A failure of character that tends to win
All of my best judgement
I care and I quip a quick antidote
So that you never choke
On self pity and resentment
Tiring, isn't it?
Only you don't seem to know
You don't have a clue
What a convenience
When someone needs you
Forgive and forget?
That's used up bullshit
From the king of crap
And the yearly quota is full
So I take it all back
Every smile, trick, and call
You seem to have bought up all
My honest sympathys
But, whoops, I forgot
You don't give a damn
Found better friends in every "Tom, Dick, and Sam"
So take your talk to the bottle
And drink it all up
Until it all falls through
That "sturdy" paper-cup
You call your life.
And then at the end,
My fair weather friend,
you can pack up and leave,
Say you gave it your best
While puffing out your chest
Where that ego resides.
Maybe even give me a call
To say you're doing well,
I'll reply "damn boy, that's great!"
And so overrated,
Because this sob story's outdated
When you never seem to change (for the better).
