Once forgotten
But never lost
Every time I draw I think of you

I went to the museum the other day
I walked around for hours looking for you
Scrutinizing every piece for a sign of your elegant goofery
And when I could not find you I left a rose and a pack of cigarettes on the steps

Down the street I found a pub
I asked everyone about you
But all I got was a pint of regret

If I could see you
Just so you could **** me and bury me in the back yard
I would be happy
Because you deserve nothing less