Passing Stone - Western Pacific

Maybe I’m just bad news,

Or maybe it’s just to you.

I’m a bad issue,

my pages and ink misaligned and the corners chewed.

My timing is always wrong,

like a clock running hours long.

My batteries fine but my hands seem to make mistakes all the time.

Do you think we took things too slow?

I couldn’t keep up pace with my frail bones

And every time a sign says to go

My wheels get stuck in a pot hole

Maybe its just my luck

I was born a passing stone

I’m sure I’ll always be stuck

waiting here alone

Apology’s overdue,

but did they ever mean a thing to you?

Repeat and repent,

like all the time that we spent was nothing new.

I’m tripping over myself

who knew that I could fall so well?

I’m inclined to decline

but I’m sick of saying no to you all the time

Do you think we took things too slow?

I couldn’t keep up pace with my frail bones

And every time a sign says to go

My wheels get stuck in a pot hole

Maybe its just my luck

I was born a passing stone

I’m sure I’ll always be stuck

waiting here alone