Carnival

If you felt so tired, why did you get so rough?
You pressed me in your book then you pushed me off the shelf
'Cause you know you never miss the things that you never have to see
and I know I might have seen some things that you did not mean for me
I did not screw it up, I never have the time
That which did not work was not by my design
I must not stay in touch, since we can’t return
to the way it was when you did not feel bad