Michele - Pere Ubu

I am an eraser

The sheet is nearly white

Something still nags at me

It’s a smear of graphite

I think it might be you

Or something you said

I am an eraser

I will rewrite and recast

Nothing can haunt the future

Of my fabulous past

My baby done told me

I have been informed

Nothing would hurt me

If I had never been born

I am an eraser

My mind is a blank

I wish I could recall

The one I must thank