i even missed my own self this time
i'd come around bright,
bright enough to be able
to be able to miss myself that much
and you waited upon me, the missed me
any of the times all my times
waiting not on a wisp of me
just on me again
i'll never know your stand still she
but you'll catch spiders in glasses
and pour her wine through webs
for me got me
sweet boy doting man
him man man my
man man man
his want to follow me
is my ease to follow him.
