"It’s how we know," – he rolled up his sleeves to his elbows when the boxes were filled.
And if it’s still a part of me, for anyone I still believe, well: I was self-propelled.
It’s none of your concern anymore.

Because I know some people that could carry us around. We still need some help–and we can take it now. I know some people that were calling out your name–and they all looked ashamed.

It’s how you were raised: you can’t speak to a soul your age on the face of the earth.

It never felt a part of me, it’s hard: to look up, in between, for any length of time. (She called to say she’s still alive.)

She said I know some people that can carry us around. But we still need a hand–and we can take it now. I know some people that were calling out your name–and they all sound the same.

I told her I know some people – ... and we still need to love, and you can show it now. I know some people that were calling out your name and then we all feel the same.
We all feel the same.