Maybe I'll see a movie you wouldn't miss me you're with my new replacement and I need pictures and video for me to remember how very good we used to be, back when we were brand new (you were there, too) So I wait for you to cry come back into my arms I'll give you tiny little books I wrote in my spare time novels with illustrations in black line you never asked why I never came for you (i am bad news) how you seem to me a nursery rhyme embedded in my head, but never getting any better repeat yourself to me 1,000 times.