I’ve Never Been So Low
That I Lost All Self Control
‘Cause Someone Has There To Pick
Me Up Out Of My Self Pitty, Shit Hole!
He Was There The Day
I Needed Him Most
With Tears Spilling
And Confessions Flowing
Images Of Us When We Where Younger
Images When We Where Dumb
When He Wasn’t In Love
And When I Didn’t Have Thoughts
About Taking This Life Away
Now We’ve Moved Away
From The Town
Which Neither Of Us Called Home
And He’s Out There
In Idaho
I’m Up Here
And The Suicidal Thoughts
Now Grow Dim
And I Haven’t Talked To Dear Tim
Fifteen Months!
Am I All Sick And Sad
For The Friend I Once Held A Protest
Now It’s Three Years
Down The Road
And I’m Losing My Mind
And He’s Fallen In Love With A Writer,
He’s A Poet,
He’s A Musician
I Love Him So Much
We Use To Be In Boy Scouts
Laughing And Being Jolly In All The Innocent Ways
Now,
When I Think About
Those I Once Cared About
A Sickness Strikes Me In The Spine,
I’m Washed Up
I Wasted My High School Years
Based On A Sad Story
Of Phony Love!
I’d Like To Scream
‘It Never Happened! ‘
But I Cannot Lie,
But!
We Are Here
In A Life
That Is Sooner Or Later
Going To Make Sense
So,
I’ve Thought Nothing Really Matters
But I’ve Fallen In Love
And Now I Know
That If Nothing Mattered
All My Thoughts
All My Hopes, Friends
And What About Emerson?
And All His Thoughts!
And His Book!
Nature?
They’ll Never Be Forgotten
At Least Not In My Heart