Black Eye

Jeff Tweedy
he had a black eye he wasn't proud of, like some of his friends.
made him feel somewhere outside of everything, and everywhere he'd been.
like his brothers, he emptied himself and he played it safe.
like their father, he wanted to remember, but he almost always forgot what he was gonna say.
black eye, black eye.
and when he realized that this one was here to stay,
he took down all the mirrors in the hallway,
and he thought only of his younger face.
black eye, black eye.