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