He would say things like 'I love you'
Like a home for old mothers Where the cure is always death
He would show it with pride And say 'it means I can feel'
To send letters to someone Who didn't even know his name But said she'd read them anyway
He writes poetry for people And say 'I'll mention that name'
A violator of the law of no feelings They should be put in the chair Until their eyes come in (??)
I'll leave it under the stairs
Old memories are slowly fading out of me We are the unknowns, we are all you need