I love you Noreen
But it got too bad
I think that you were dressed in black short sleeves
When you told me what Bob Dylan means
He just goes

I hate you Noreen
That you still look good everything
I used to hold your legs and you'd scream
Now I'm stuck here with my family
They hate you

I'm sick and I'm slow
I'm so shit at letting go
I feel gross and I don't grow
But I'll get off you
And I'll get born
No I'm worn