The Fool I left my only picture of you back on the moon.

I guess Im screwed at ever thinking Ill be getting back there anytime soon. I could ask you for another, but your narcoleptic and you always fall asleep at the exact moment my lips form the question, as if youre a priest who doesnt wish to hear my confession. So sorry Mr. Man in Black with that trace of white at the neck that always looks just a little too tight. My truths are real. My passions are true, And my love, ah well my love turned me into fortunes fool for you.