let's put our hands together and sing our last hooray.      i guess it's kind of like the last kiss we never had.      and now i'm trying to forget you but i'm not trying very hard      because it's your birthday soon and i thought of something we could do...      i'll wear my hat      if you wear your clumsy shoes      and we'll take an awkward walk      through the park in the mews.      hopefully, it will rain      and the worms will come too.      they can sway      from side to side      to the sound of our goodbye.      i'll pin a rotting flower      to your shirt collar      if you promise you can take the smell.      and we'll look up at the broken tap      that passes as a calgary sky      and say      "goddammit jesus, you sure know when to cry!"