Sufjan from Roswell Unlimited by Don Kongo

Sufjan—did I tell you my love went to war? It’s a quaint metaphor
Did I tell you his life was a bore since the age of sixteen, do you know what I mean?
Do you know—what I’ve seen? Do you know anymore?

Sufjan—would you give me a kiss on the cheek? Think of God—and the meek,
All in church once a week
All the earth—theirs to keep, but who knows what they seek?

Sufjan—something more that I wanted to say, but there’s thoughts in the way
Did I tell you I asked for his hand, like an old-fashioned man, like a boy on the move
Drinking tea on the roof, acting awful aloof

But I didn’t want a firefight
I just had a lot of feelings
Something that I wanted off my chest
And did he tell you all his stories?
Pretty clear that he’s depressed
But he was always so well-dressed

Sufjan—did I tell you my life’s like a fox? They both end in a tale.
Did I tell you I gave it my all—with my fists on the wall
Will I ever prevail? Am I destined to fail? Am I destined to fall?

Sufjan—it all seems it was so long ago; wonder if he still knows
Like it happened in some other life; say will you be my wife?

But I didn’t want a firefight
I just had a lot of feelings
Something that I wanted off my chest
And did he tell you all his stories?
Pretty clear that he’s depressed
But he was always so well-dressed

Did I tell you that I'm better now?
That I think I’ve found a way to cope
Found a way to save my soul
‘Cause I’ve just got a lot of feelings—
Something that I’ve wanted off my chest
I’ve always been something of a mess
All the doctors say I'm better now—
Now I’ve got him off my mind
I don’t want to press rewind
But I cannot help but feeling
When with him I was at my best
A sort of lantern burning in my chest
Sufjan

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