The thousandth time

The thousandth time

So, now I know I've said this a thousand times
and there is no reason to put this in rhyme.
And it is clear that all this verse
is nothing but utterly rehearsed.

I forgive everything always.
I think you might know this.
But my liver, well it's a tad pissed.
It can't get over all you've done to it.

One day when I drive home
and wrap my car around a tree.
I hope you read this poem.
I hope you think of me.

Who is crying then,
we will see.

I just want to get all this out
It's either this or get drunk and pout.
However my liver is already quite pissed,
Due to my usual way of dealing with being dismissed

But when I try to say the words
If at that point they are even that
these things whatever they are get trapped
and I despite common sense fail to act.

See, now you know the secret to my success-ive failure.
I get this idea in my little old head of mine.
I keep it up there until I'm about to die.
Then the trick is to do nothing until you get drunk and cry.

That is why for the thousandth time, I, to you apologize
for when the words come out wrong,
or my tongue slips, even just a little bit.
For in my head, the issue has been put to bed.

As I'm laying there with you in my mind.
Only this time you are oh so kind.

To where it goes from here, I leave to your imagination,
because I know where mine has been
and for the thousandth time
you're the star of that fictional creation.