From the Butler Institute of American Art

You never said goodbye at all
You ended your last letters with I love you’s
I drew you brave but you were small
That kiss you gave (was a) sad excuse
I take in half the air over Ohio
And the cardboard smells old
Something was good
Something was right
Something was missing
Something should burn
Something should die
But it’s still there sometimes
You never said goodbye at all
You ended your last letters with I Love You’s
I drew you brave but you were not
That kiss you gave (was a) bad excuse
I take in half the air over Ohio
And the cardboard smells old
Someone should talk
Someone should learn
Someone should listen
Something should burn
Something should die
But it’s still there sometimes