One
I... I found...
I... I saw...
We watched me...
We asked me who...
Chorus One
...my watch upon the lawn.
...my hat just beyond.
...go by sideways; we looked away.
...I am. Please call me something.
Two
He stood low...
He won't look...
They don't ask...
They don't like that John...
Chorus Two
... like a naked shrub among tall trees.
... against my face; his eyes skid on pavement.
... after nondescript, atonal trench coats.
... can't quite remember why... it was something.
John fall apart...
John fall apart...
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