He said I was in her kitchen with a funny apron on
Her friend flicked a rag at me to shoo, now here I am
He said Going to hell is not tough
It’s not tough—that’s the secret I can’t ever tell her
He said It’s new guilt from saving the old—
You carry it off but then you’re where you carried it to
He said The hospital we walked to together
He said The security guards
They had a joke where they’d drag a Santa Claus
Up and down the elevators—should have been like that
Going to St. Pat’s, I should have kept going—
I should have went with her