In times long since past there were a few moments when
Soft words spoken caressed my soul like
Warm summer breezes drifting over my skin
And I found a soothing comfort therein
While entertaining thoughts
Of how he and I might begin

But as it sometimes happens
He and I just couldn’t be
A little side effect of situations
I didn’t immediately see

And as memories often tend to gloss over lesser known facts
Focus comes into play and helps to keep some things intact
So despite the lovely images of a few glorious days in the sun
I distinctly recall during that time there being another someone

Who as it turned out had been around for quite some time before me
Although my hopeful he had forgotten to mention this she

So I took my leave before allowing my composure to grow too thin
It was no real surprise to find out that he was just another him

So before painting any more pictures that could imply that I'm unsympathetic
And I’m only willing to do this once so make sure you don’t forget it

Whatever you thought could happen with me was left blowing in the wind
When I walked away from you the same as with every other him

I’ve been doing just fine and have absolutely no need or desire for your company
Especially when it involves deciphering bullshit so this works out great for me
My private life has been private thus far and that's how I’d like it stay
So pack your pencil and your pity pot and just go the hell away.

I'm also giving you a parting gift to take along on your trip
An extra large box of Kleenex to clean all that bullshit off your lips.