What's this my friend?
You're off again,
I can't win,
Next time I see you; On again.
My freckles didn't change,
My hair's not rearranged,
What is your deep-seated neurosis?
I thought we were the closest!
But then, it has always been this,
And we are well on past the fist.
So, I'll just hold you dear,
Maybe next time; On again! All clear.
I hope that when I die,
It will be a time of, “On again.” So you'll cry.
