I am the Never Man
styling in the forgetful grace of thought
and live in a house of the things that I forgot
they always seem to bubble to the top
to point the way to take or pave
to bend the grass in a wind wave.

Come visit me
dressed up with black
and I loved you
till you came and confessed
you cried
how worried you were!
you put on such a great show
I believed every movement
till you were no longer there
I tried to get across to you
but ended up behind my eyes.

Lingering long in my thoughts
I died laughing
how funny it really wasn't
why trick a person with nothing?
file away at your complaints
till you see the real problem

darling you were dead
and no visit could revive
the person you had been

loving you was a trap
set by your own graceful hands
but I can't listen
for if I do anything at all I'm too amazed