I can find the letterrs your wrote me
With that flourish which you called your signature
A mess with huge dots over the "i" and look now
I find that the loops in the g's and j's remind me
Of your importances in the scheme of things
Oh, how I wonder why I couldn't see things as they were
Back then, but now my memories are in erase mode


I can find the lies you tripped yourself upon
With that guileless face which could have sold
A trash can as a piece of art. It's a silly sales trick, a simple magician's trick
I can find the spider like behaviour
Preying upon those who were too young
To wonder why they couldn't see the things as they were
Back, then, but now my memories are in erase mode

This is the last I will write about you
I was right about you
This is the last I will speak about you
I was right about you