Jonah, You Mustn't Refuse My Offer

Take my word, don't mix the pinks and the blues Felt like a buried sword before the war that disappears before the afternoon Don't take my word, have a tendency towards vitriol and the absurd Like a mockingbird, regurgitate the tunes because I can't recall how to make a sound for you Clyde had been too long in the bathroom Told Caleb to kick in the door but he was passed out too Knocked a few times, tumbled into the neighbors room Struggled with their window, so I smashed it with the rocks in my shoes. Three stories below, the manager Still didn't know her name but I've gathered her husband is the janitor Boris and I leapt from the balcony The police were on their way, and we hoped Clyde was just asleep Slipped a note through the cracks: "Hey kid, we're sorry, but we're never coming back" Thought I wrote you but I forgot Thought I wrote you but I forgot Thought I wrote you but I forgot who to send it to