Dorothy, you remember everything:
How I angered you that Spring
And I didn’t know at all.
I loved you, can’t you see?
Though it couldn’t ever be.
I wanted to you to see,
I know your name is Sarah.
And though I know it might seem crass,
When we were fucking in the ass,
The thought occurred to me.
God damn it, don’t you see?
It was never meant to be.
I’ve had too much whiskey
And I think I’m going to…
(Arpeggiator outro)