You’re walking away now, you’re walking so fast. You’re walking right out of my room into the hall-way of my past. And the phone did not ring today, and I did not pick it up, and I did not hear your voice come through because I will always forget you. It’s not not hard to do.
Maybe I’m manic, or depressive like you say, or maybe I’m both of them in my own mixed-up way. But if I’m a psycho, at least I’m benign. At least I have the courtesy to let you go, and let you know that I will always forget you. It’s not not hard to do.