You told them the other day
that you felt clear-headed, confident, and genuinely happy.
Wonder why you haven't told me yet.
Maybe you thought I wouldn't want to know.
Doesn't matter I guess.
I knew after that bike ride you took to the bay,
the one with all those willow trees,
that you longed for the knife of that butcher.
That butcher guy that you used to hang around with.
What's his name again..
Doesn't matter I guess.
I just wish you would tell me why you are so happy.