Poor girl, she got thin again, holds a fistful of dirt over the casket
Oh, how many left? How many friends?
It's been a year since she checked out, once the doctor got her balance down
Oh, how many friends? How many left?
Poor girl, she got thin again, walks in the park near her apartment
Oh, there's got to be a way of stopping everything
Poor girl by the monument, deep in though now forming a plan
Oh, forget all the past and simply exist
But could it work?
yes, yes. But don't change.
Don't change your mind.
"I almost forgot myself. I almost forgot the sight and smells.
I almost forgot how all these boulevards tangle together at night.
How it's worth it just to walk. Just to discover yourself.
On some street, in some club, underneath an expansive sky
underneath the stadium lights or the illuminated smog
the purple, the orange, the blue, all from billboards
dancing across clouds of smoke
that I made, and that you made,
and at least we made something.
Just when I thought I couldn't find my fingerprint anywhere
I just remembered, I can't get them off.
Off my books, off my windows, off the mailbox on the corner, off my guitar.
And I'm sure I'll find your fingerprints too.
I'll find the traces of everything we touched together
and I acknowledge the connections that will never be seen
The shared electrons, the pieces of your DNA now clinging to my sweater.