I put it away, I look again
I put it away, I look a third time
I stop and call myself
Just to see if my line
Seven, eight, twenty times
I felt three months pass
How's that story again?
About email that never arrives
I remembered that story
That email always arrives
My dear, all I can think
Is that you were run over
And ran face-first into a pole
And broke fourteen teeth
And then got mugged by three gigantic guys
And as you left you were run over again
You woke up with amnesia in a distant hospital
Love, I hope you're okay