his clothes were damp and dingy , his face smoke-streaked . i know you dont want to be here , but are you going to try and run away from the hospital ? he stared into my eyes ; i barely saw him through my tears . she returned a moment later with johns guitar . anyway i never told him where i lived or anything . it was still so cold in here . `` we were crawling around in the grass . '' and then you left him behind . 