Reruns

My mind is playing reruns of every stupid thing I’ve said and done It’s all in h d with surround sound for an audience of one It’s on repeat all day long and sometimes through the night Just so that I don’t forget those times when I didn’t get it right That time I got your name wrong or fell flat upon my face That I talk to little or too much,always using the wrong pace It’s a close up on my embarrassment, spot light on my imperfections Slow mo through my worst mistakes, never meeting your expectations My disaster movie is now showing in the cinema in my head It won’t ever win an Oscar more like a balloon made out of lead