There's nothing wrong with you. You made me laugh; you made me do quite a few things I wouldn't have on my own initiative. It should've been good, should've lasted, should've been special. Could've.
But I am not built for that fairytale; Self-absorbed and attention-deficit, I start to look away and I forget.
And then I shrug; I'd offer you a thought, a lame hope that you forgot me too, but it's stiff and constructed; You slipped out of my head as quickly as you entered it.