From the recording Music for Autistic People
Lyrics
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How old could he have been
When last you saw him, when last he grinned
The way he did the day before...
...You smiled, and lost a tear
Being very careful not to let it smear
And I was standing just about here
Witnessing sincere
But you rose to leave in such a rush
It fell beneath the browning bush
There's no way you could have seen
What you left behind
Is mine for the taking
Don't mind, it's not worth time wasting
It's my memory now
When I saw you leave the grounds
And do that skittish look around
I thought I'd lost you, along with the truth
But I noticed something fall aside
The joy that you had tried to hide would nail you
With me as sleuth
So I shuffled past the monkey bars
And there, beside your wet cigar,
I found the naked proof
What you left behind
Is mine for the taking
Don't mind, it's not worth time wasting
It's my memory now
You stood and smiled goodbye
To the boy you used to be, the boy who cried
Alone in his room at night, far away from Mommy's eyes
Now, strong, and all of 15
You spend your days wasting gasoline
Favoring girls from dirty magazines
To those you've seen
You threw your picture towards the trash
Your aim was good, but the wind was fast
And you sailed right to me
What you left behind
Is mine for the taking
Don't mind, it's not worth time wasting
You're my memory now
©2005 A. Ray, C. Villon. Annabel Is Her Mother Today (ASCAP).