It's the last day of August, and it's pouring rain. That's what happens in the Pacific Northwest. It rains.
Anyway, so I'm hangin' with Preacher and Sony, who refuse to have anything to do with being outside - they're so afraid the rain would melt them - rockin' out to the Ting Tings on the hi-fi, and going through old posts on My Crazy Relatives.
Four little words just to get me along
It's a difficulty and I'm biting on my tongue and I
I keep stalling, keeping me together
People around gotta find something to say now
Holding back, everyday the same
Don't wanna be a loner
Listen to me, oh no
I never say anything at all
But with nothing to consider
They forget my name (ame, ame, ame)
They call me 'Harold'
They call me 'GeraLd'
They call me 'him'
They call me 'boy'
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
His name is GeraRd. Yes, his name is in fact Gerard, with an R.
He left a present for Papa B and Mama K.
He signed the card
Gerard.
And that settles it!
His name is Gerard.
