I guess it's not unfair to say
that you and I were counting days
june gloom
that summer haze was oh so grey
so mom baked me a lemon cake
Lord, Our Father, sunday came
and I'd forgotten how to pray,
but hoped that if I stayed awake
my loving body would decay
Prozac in my birthday cake
and you, you never get afraid
you said goodbye and didn't wait
I think you knew I'd make you late
yeah it's whatever if I stay
you don't need me anyway
and how've you been all month of May?
and are we gonna be okay?
