The last day that we spent together,

We were naked at that weird Korean spa,

I took you to, I thought it was a good idea,

Cause I thought there'd be "Things to Come",

I thought there'd be Days of Heaven on my couch,

With your feet on my lap, but I was in a dream.

I guess I couldn't see that sheepishly,

You'd been slowly backing away from me,

Now I feel like a clown,

It makes no sense but now I see,

The more real I became to you,

The more you shied away from me,

And had to kill this thing dead.

You were leaning against the tile,

Watching me dump cold buckets of water on my head, Were you sizing me up?

Thought I was safe then, but I was not,

For you were getting lost in some unknown projection of the future,

And taking it literally,

And freaking out and leaving me.

I never got to be the young, well-adjusted gay dude,

With the whole world at his feet,

That's how you seemed to me,

Instead of jealousy it was an admiration,

A reflection that just gave me more to see, In almost everything.

No amount of Jonathan Richman, Hafiz and Alain de Botton,

Is stopping me from screaming fuck you into the air,

No amount of going out and spending time with friends,

Pretending that you don't exist,

Is doing anything.

So handsome and affable with a Charlie Brown-like sweetness,

And this breezy charm, oh, where did you go?

And on the car ride home you fell asleep, And missed all of the scenery that you wanted to see,

And that was that for you and me,

And it still is,

It still is.