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 weed 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 16, 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