Mr. Peterson

My work came back from class
With notes attached of a place and time
Or how my body kept him up at night
He let me smoke **** in his truck
If I could convince him I loved him enough
Enough, enough, enough, 'nuff

He made me a tape of Joy Division
He told there was a part of him missing
When I was sixteen he jumped off a building
Mr. Petersen
I know you were ready to go
I hope there's room for you up above
Or down below