About Felix

She's picking up the roses on his coffin
 How they met when they were children
 At only seventeen
 And I am asking myself
 Where would I be?
 Ten years from now
 Me and my lady
 You try to be good
 You buy what you see
 And heavenly, all suddenly
 Life gives you up
 Forget about Felix
 It's hard to do
 Forget about Felix
 It haunts me too
 The library's descriptions
 From an old book
 As I'm looking at his picture
 One of the last ones that she took
 And I'm walking back home
 Man, look at my feet
 Freezing in the winter cold
 One hundred and tenth street
 And I'm trying my best to learn what it means
 When suddenly, surprisingly
 Life gives you up
 Forget about Felix
 It's hard to do
 Forget about Felix
 It haunts me too
 Forget about Felix
 It's hard to do
 Forget about Felix
 It haunts me too