I woke up laughing at my own joke In my dream last night Still know the punchline But not how to be right Cutting slits in brown paper bags Pretending it's my neck Okay I'm sorry I didn't mean to take it there again Someone I almost married Is doing that this month And I'm ignoring my reading And living like a ghost Simple times will come again Of this I am aware But when will someone hold my hand And say that they care