Hello It's Me

Andy, it's me, haven't seen you in a while

I wished i talked to you more when you were alive

I thought you were self-assured when you acted shy

Hello it's me

I really miss you, i really miss your mind

I haven't heard ideas like that in such a long, long time

I loved to watch you draw and watch you paint

But when i saw you last, i turned away

When Billy Name was sick and locked up in his room

You asked me for some speed, i though it was for you

I'm sorry if i doubted your good heart

Things always seem to end before they start

Hello it's me, that was a great gallery show

Your cow-wallpaper and your floating silver pillows

I wish i paid more attention when they laughed at you

Hello it's me

Pop goes pop artist, the headline said

Is shooting a put-on, is warhol really dead

You get less time for stealing a car

I remember thinking as i heard my own record in a bar

They really hated you, now all that's changed

But i have some resentments that can never be unmade

You hit me where it hurt i didn't laugh

Your diaries are not a worthy epitaph

Oh well, now andy, i guess we've got to go

I wish some way somehow you like this little show

I know this is late in coming but it's the only way i know

Hello it's me

Goodnight, andy

Goodbye, andy