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, enough

He made me a tape of Joy Division
He told there was a part of him missing
When i was sixteen
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