look inward, angel,
     to where the sun’s not at
and i’ll be there.
     for absurd as it seems – is not
to be the precious pet
    but to not forget.

forgive me, plausive angel,
     but were they not to set you free?
and could you thank a soul
     to give you back bare feet?
and did they cry when you cried?
     or did they forget?

look inward, angel,
     to where the sun’s not at
and i’ll be there.
     for absurd as it seems – is not
to not forget
     to pet the precious pet.