I just sighed. i just sighed, just so you know

First and foremost
Let it be said
I am writing this at 7:10AM
On the hot dry tarmac of a vacant forecourt
Astronomically speaking, it's the first day of autumn

The sun is hanging round like summer's hungover
They knocked the garage down and made flats for our sin
The traffic's so persistent it barely registers
And it smells like a mix of petrol and dogshit

Just let me be the one you let
Keep track of the moles on your back
I just sighed, the universe
replied or let this pass you by

Sometimes it's just enough to know
I keep him on his toes
Is he as sympathetic as me
To the untimely demise
Of your synthetic clothes
I've displayed marriage proposals on the Jumbotrons of ballgames you've not been at
I've written eulogies in guest books at galleries in the hope that you might pass

Just let me be the one you let
Keep track of the moles on your back
I just sighed, the universe
replied or let this pass you by

She nervous and barefoot chats to me at the frontdoor
New boyfriend inside the same, becoming a martyr
Me rolling, writhing on the floor
stole daggers pulled from a (?)

Well I hold sea shells to my ears
Pretty sure I can hear you

You gave a gift of her favorite book of love poems
Annotate the ones you thought applied the most
I'm gonna win you out with prose
If anyone should know, I should know

Girl that must be the reason you let slip
To the point of sending the message
Six months of visceral catherine wheels
Kissing carnivores to make you seem less of a deal

Just let me be the one you let
Keep track of the moles on your back
I just sighed, the universe
replied or let this pass you by

I promise after this I will pick up the phone book
And choose the name that my eyes fall upon on the first look
A moral of my poorly composed declarations there in the future

I'm so sorry to have put you through
A lifetime of dedications you never desired

And this one sentence bludgeons me over the head
Okay
I'm a little bit drunk
And I mean just a little bit
A lush in denial, only rather coquettish
I'm fifteen years old and my parents' only son
Like I barely survived a girl's school education
Prettier now that you've grown your hair long
I'm a slip of a man since I cut mine all off

Please just let me be the one to keep track
Of the freckles and the moles on your back