I have a headache.

I have a sore back.

I have a letter I can't send.

I have desire, it falters and falls down,

it calls you up drunk at three or four a.m.

to wonder when...wonderful.

All the cheap tricks I tried too hard not to pull.

Pulled along or pulled apart.

The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart.

I have a story that I'd like to tell you,

it's littered with settings and second takes.

I have a feeling that hums with the street lights

and hides under ice in always frozen lakes.

My mistake to make you cringe.

Another greeting like a broken creaky hinge

to oil and push or pry apart.

The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart.

Found a cure for being sure, and, sure as anything,

I'll smile for my reckoning.