Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

The backs turned

For reasons both apparent and non-apparent

Whatever

They get easier to see

But they never get not hard

To look at the scruff of the neck

The sweater pulled over their fingers

You never prepare yourself

That, yeah, that’s the last time

But it always is

You know it later

And wish you’d said something

At least something different

But you didn’t

And by this time

Its been too much time

Too much time has passed

Also, if you try to go back

At this point you’ll look like more of an asshole

So you just have to accept you are an asshole

And hope you’re not too much of an asshole

When they remember you

If they remember you

Which they probably won’t.