I know the saddest girl in the world.

I've stepped across deserts with her,

sailed lifeboats over the Rockies,

plodded the coolest pavement,

I can't help her.

I'm an awkward scalpel,

I'm a wounded bird

wheeling towards Jesus and suicide.

I have nothing left for her

but bitter sheets of blue plastic

blinking in sockets.

She is the saddest girl

and I am the saddest boy.

I have nothing for her,

but I'm glad she's alive.

And she's glad I'm alive.

And we are all alive and hurting.

All together now.

Nothing can stop us.