There's a story here, you said,
it's long but it’s well written.
Seems that suicides in this country
it's here if you want to see it,
you tossed a magazine on the table,
and I wonder if you remember
this has touched us once before.
Do you remember it was summer,
did you know when you took the call,
you remember the shag carpet in my room.
you rewritten it
you don’t feel helpless anymore.
you remember what you said,
you know what I won’t say.
you know I'm only here
because I was afraid
that I might miss.
It touched us once before
and left odd, smooth fingerprints;
it's a story I remember
that I wonder if you know.