let let let clumsy enough to fall for anything we we below the neon blue low lives hiding in dives there ghosts pa**ing through bedrooms unaware a faint reflection on the barback a face i never knew whispering, who are you if you you all my plays have tragic endings you wish i was a fairy tale this frog will never change anything just pretend that you that scolding sun is bound to come up eventually so who is it that whispers in your ear? a haunting voice blows in through the window there a needy pleading apparition crying i hardly exist at all. let i don well live happily ever after