From the recording Why Am I So Romantic?
Eleanor Anderson fell on the awkward again–
The plot has gone sour, & there’s no one to reel it back in.
Not this time… But I am still talking, so:
Don’t you call here again. Don’t you know who I am, my dear?
You’re losing it, yep.
Who will be with me when I go away? I don’t care.
But you & you alone can see through this hole in my shoulder again.
And I said: Don’t you call here again. Don’t you know who I am, my dear?
You’re losing your mind, & I will too.