Useless

I'm not

You know...

I'm not the has-been kind

I'm not thinking about

Great times

From the past

I'm not thinking about

The glorious

Days

Not even contemplating

The old lovers

And enemies

Or thinking about

The places

That I'm scared to never go back

I don't think about

What could've been

You know...

Don't worry

Not thinking about medals

Or trophies

I'm not dreaming about

Dejavu and planning

Or ideas that were really good

It just doesn't cross my mind you know,

About how I wish

I've done

Things differently

Or how I should act

Knowing what I know

Now

Piss off.

I don't place myself there

The past

I live in the present

In denial

Of not living in the past

And this has been useless.