let's put our hands together and sing our last hooray.

i guess it's kind of like the last kiss we never had.

and now i'm trying to forget you but i'm not trying very hard

because it's your birthday soon and i thought of something we could do...

i'll wear my hat

if you wear your clumsy shoes

and we'll take an awkward walk

through the park in the mews.

hopefully, it will rain

and the worms will come too.

they can sway

from side to side

to the sound of our goodbye.

i'll pin a rotting flower

to your shirt collar

if you promise you can take the smell.

and we'll look up at the broken tap

that passes as a calgary sky

and say

"goddammit jesus, you sure know when to cry!"