Luis Neer - Hamlet lyrics

The flags are still flying at half mast Everything seems to be sagging One time Isabella called me 'concave' I agreed and made note of it I am standing in a field looking up at a helicopter From almost sea level it looks like a gra**hopper Recalling the snaps we smiled in we could be together but this is not a love poem This is an elaboration on another obsessed tragedy Every tome will bear the stamp Your Eyes Let my skull be an apple Take a bite and spit it out Have you known me or have you not?