Goodbye In There, Oh...

Took you fishing at my daddy's farm pond
You said my whistling scared fish away
But we both knew it was our reflections

Sitting in the bathtub counting my woes
Stuck in the ice/ water turned to snow
Chain smoked Camel cigarettes until thawed

'Souvenirs' should have said 'broken colors',
'faded toys' My toys were all hand-me-downs
and my little brother broke my crayons.
you changed the words; blamed my dyslexia
but maybe that was your song anyway
and maybe I really am dyslexic

My fountain pen leaks. Took out some paper
(mad scribblings look like Steadman ink blots)
when you popped your last balloon. Climbing walls.

Hollow ancient eyes, holiest of weeks
Your soul went through the ceiling at Easter
Jesus Christ died for something, i suppose

Say hi to your daddy in Paradise
Your grandpa, and jesus, the capenters.
Songs last long on unbroken radios

Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm