So, what have we now-a tear in the fabric we stitched away at for years never knowing any better or for worse but your face is coming at me and there's no stopping it, its gone now, a million times per second is more like it, the way you would come to me from afar and I liked it like that, I did, I was good at that but now I'm here and you've passed me by on the way to something that's nowhere in sight, nowhere in sight and there's nothing around but tousled hair and wrinkles on my pants, wrinkles on my new shirt, wrinkles on your face around the bridge of that nose that crinkles when it laughs and laughs or maybe it doesn't, I'll never know.