"Dunce"

I love those glasses

That shirt with the cactus

The man on the side of the road

That neighborhood watchdog

The morning drives light fog

That sleeve that your mom always sewed

When you fell down that one hill

And found that old wood mill

That you swore was severely haunted

And that girl with the left feet

And the potholes on fleet street

That you avoided because she was the one that you wanted

Although it was not me

I could see it too clearly

I could feel you were happy for once

So I’ll leave you with her

And forget who we once were

Because to chase after you would make me a dunce.