Make sure, you have all your stuff
Before you leave and he said
"Goodnight, goodbye"
***
Well if you can't decide
Whether you either weep or moan
You waste a year to mull this through
Anyway you wanted to
Oh but you could have had
Turn it into broken good
Taken off the side of it
A cut up and a parasol
A pair of them you found along
Maybe never to again
As if it never was at all,
Lifting you up as an offer
Up as an offer
Here you are you are breathing life into
Ghost under rocks like notes found
In pocket coats of your fathers
Lost and forgotten,
All all all your soaking wet dreams,
You've spent them
You have gone and dreamt them
Dry, now you ask your babies why, why, why