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Oh, all the words I should not know those doctors wrote on me Swell up and from their syllable won't let me get to sleep. The sun will start later, clock out early And I'll drive around and wait for it. Follow familiar roads emptied of every memory Under a sheet of silence and unmarked snow. Then idle in some parking lot, smoke half a smoke and ask St. Boniface and St. Fratel preserve me from my past Repair our potholes, prevent plant closures and if they remember me at all, make them remember me as more than a queer experiment, more than a diagram in their quarterly Make them remember me From Letras Mania