I'm in with the black and out with the new,

You never gave a crap since you've learned to adapt.

Friendship, we end it. Acquaintance? I wouldn’t name it.

You'd never need me, you stripped me off clean,

You give an eh face when they're calling my name.

But you leave me without ink for my pen, and my mouth very bitter.

Like orange juice after toothpaste.

So good luck to thee, Ms. Never Meant To Be Anything More To Me.

Just a small payment.

A payment of time,

A way to unwind-

Every bittersweet moment of what makes us.

So you need me?

Grieve me, then I'll ignore the rest.

Make the little payments of your time as our investment,

Make little checks in a timed little mess.

And I'll tell the banker, you were once a good old friend.

Then I'll tell them I was just joking, we were only playing pretend.

To over 100 days of unconstitutional misuse.

To years of mental trauma of getting back to you.

So goodbye, so long and good riddance.

I think we'll never speak once more in the new beginning.

For life isn’t so black and white-

So why should we be?