(And the surgeon said, to the undertaker's widow) I promise: everything's all right It's just, I think of you sometimes I like to stay up after midnight And listen for the chimes we used to hear So loud and clear But I haven't heard that song in years A wise old man was once heard to say "The things that always cause us the most pain Are those from which we are always The least prepared to walk away" That's probably why I had you on the brain When I learned I couldn't count on you When I was my most desperate When nothing that you said was true And breaking down my espirit de corps Was your most beloved chore Still I couldn't close the iron door I saved a little face It was a fool's economy It ended in disgrace Screaming "get the hell away from me," I put you in your place I knew you wouldn't stay there But you had such vulgar taste You even had the gall to ask for carfare I thought of calling you up yesterday And then I came rushing back to my good senses I was all I could do just to obey I started hearing voices warning me to Make good choices I saw your shadow play And thought, "what kind of farce is this?" But was I said was "dying breed" Your smile was disarming 'Cause nothing is more charming Than a narcissist with whom you've just agreed Make good choices, thank you very much indeed I used to dream of you nightly I would wake up screaming I'll try to put it politely: When you're not here, my heart rejoices Don't come near me Make good choices! You face was perfectly straight You said that basically, most people hate their friends And i said "it depends" I have so much, so much I want to tell you And nowhere to begin