A old man gave me a tip he said
don’t waste your time with politics he said
just chase skirts instead
life is too short, and your almost dead he said
I met a woman once, I gave her my best shot
but never did I talk
if I had her back I’d be as real as my age
I so don’t blame them, I wouldn’t do the same
but I can blame them, I’d Sing her this
you want to be dressed in poetry
but imagery doesn’t fit
and you want resizing
but darling dear get a grip
and I think what I just wrote is going over my head
I’m stealing lines from myself
And what I said was never said
Its just a lyrical lie
Made up in my mind
And you want to be dressed in poetry
but imagery doesn’t fit
and you want resizing
but darling dear get a grip
you’re moving but not aware
your’re drowsy without a care
except keeping your whites behind your lids
and your lids are your best canvas
I can only imagine what your painting (what your painting)
And your body on my mattress is proof
And your makeup on my pillow is proof
But do you think I am telling you the truth
And you want to be dressed in poetry
but imagery doesn’t fit
and you want resizing
but darling dear get a grip
And you want to be dressed in poetry
but imagery doesn’t fit
and you want resizing
but darling dear get a grip