My ticket home has left me stranded
My presence, of late, has been un-commanded
My usual charm and sophistication is gone
I can no longer be blamed accordingly
My silhouette no longer softened
On walks all alone no longer often
I used to be moved by a romantic nature but it’s gone
I can no longer be held responsible

I’m finding it easy to be cold and effective
No effort involved if I’m unreflective
Who knows what I might do
I wish that I knew

It seems that I have lost my senses
Teetering on senseless fences
My feelings of ease and graceful balance are gone
I can no longer be blamed accordingly

Don’t ask me why
I know I can no longer be
Don’t ask me why 
I know I can no longer be
Don’t ask me why
I can no longer be held responsible

My timeliness has become outdated
My innocence has become frustrated
I need to be free of my expensive distractions ‘till they’re gone
I can no longer be held responsible