I think this world's advancing too quickly,
Which is funny, because I thought the same thing last year,
And the year before that.
The sad thing about it is that I had to get a new phone,
And my kids had to help me stick numbers in there,
Because apparently, I'm clueless, and it doesn't really matter, because
When they're with me, they're usually the ones on it.
I'd laugh about it, but
I have other things to worry about, such as
This new cop sent over from Warrants, who's supposed to be my temp,
And is kind of irritating me, because
She just sent us after the wrong guy,
Just because she was convinced it could be him.
Looks like I'm not the hothead anymore.
Or maybe I'm just jumping to conclusions, because
This is one of those.
Some lawyer who thinks he can get away with murder, or in this case…
Something worse.
Funny how these things start early, but…No one catches them.
Either because their victims are afraid to come forward, or they're thinking
That boys will be boys.
Yeah, sure.
I can see how that works, but not like this.
Not when they're hurting people who don't deserve it, just because they can.
Goes physically, as well as emotionally, I realize,
And when it hits me, I think that maybe, that's exactly what I've been doing.
Without knowing, or without wanting to acknowledge it.
In any case, I still haven't signed the papers.
They're sitting there on the kitchen table in my apartment.
I'd have left 'em behind, if I'd had the nerve.
But I didn't. Can't even seem to tell her why I haven't signed,
Which is ridiculous, because I know exactly why.
Don't want to let her go,
But she wants to be let go, and
That's kind of the problem.