did I judge this wrong?   but you had it all   you had it all      a gift of the gods   in your city of gold   and you’ll piss it all   you had it all      and what drags the rope   you know, or, you don’t   you had it all      gone gone gone gone   going going gone      the day you moved off   the whole village mourned   love’s no kind of joke   or something small      and where will you go?   there’s things you don’t know   fingers tearing your clothes   baby ungrown   you had it all      gone gone gone gone   going going gone      and suffering alone   your bowl emptied out   all your secrets known   I welcome your call   these walls don’t fall.