O'Keefe
Too much rainy Sunday
Left me somewhere in between
The words I didn't mean
And you come back to haunt me
I was just a child
You told me so yourself
Oh, you were something else
I always will remember
But I didn't even cry
When they told me how you'd gone
Somehow life goes on
And all things must grow or die
Goodbye
d**h became your lover
When life became too much
When I became your crutch
I became your cripple, too
The Doctor called it sorrow
And who could call it sin
If the needles and the pins
Hold you together