I was in Los Gatos, Ca. when i was reading on the road for the second time and I was taking care of this old grouch for 12 hours a day… He was diagnosed with lou garrigs disease and lost control over his tongue and throat So we he made it very clear to me that he was independent and only needed a little help with cooking meals OOOh we communicated with a pad and pencil just thought you should know that little detail…So he had two sons that didn’t love him and were waiting for him to die so they could sell the house get split any money they could get.. his wife died a year before I met him so slowly but surely he warmed up to me and would tell me great stories of all the cat houses that he would go to all over the world when he was in the air force in ww2.. He even told me about the way he met his first love and I would tell him stories about my brothers and friends that we’ve experienced and he was in awh of me…I must say he is one of the most beautiful men I have ever met.. So i was in the back yard reading and he came outside and handed me a pad of paper that read”what kind of music is this i like record whats the name of this song?’It was carry the zero by built to spill…. The day after that it was a fridaytoward the end of my shift I asked him if he need anything he said no..this was a fridaynight.. Monday morning I was transferred to another case the person that took over the grouch hated him and the grouch hated the new guy.. the new guy left two hours early before his shift ended and the grouch went to the garage to put some laundry in the in the wash fell face first and and stayed there for three days another care taker found the grouch dead on his face… His name was Mr Wizga and he deserved a more honorable death… So when I hear this song it makes me feel gloomy…I’m not knocking your want
to carry that home
took it with you
when you moved and got it broke
found the pieces
we counted them all alone
didn’t add up
forgot to carry a zero
I can’t be your
apologist very long
I’m surprised that
you’d want to carry that on
count your blemishes
you can’t
they’re all gone
I can’t see your response
putting them back on
like they’re waiting for your guard to fall
so they can see it all and you’re so
occupied with what other persons are
occupied with
and vice versa
and you’ve become
what you thought was dumb
a fraction of the sum
yeah, you’ve become
yeah, you have become
a fraction of the sum
the middle and the front
and now it’s coming back
hasn’t it come too far?
I was trying to help but I guess
I pushed too hard
now we can’t even touch it
afraid it’ll fall apart
