A old man gave me a tip he said
Dont waste your time with politics, he said
Just chase skirts instead
And life is too short, and your almost dead, he said
I met a woman once, gave her my best shot
But never did I talk, talk and talk
If I had her back Id be as real as my age
I so dont blame them, I wouldnt do the same
But I can blame them, Id sing her this
And you want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesnt fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear, get a grip
And I think what I just wrote is going over my head
Im stealing lines from myself
And what I said was never said
It's just a lyrical lie, made up in my mind
You want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesnt fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear, get a grip
Youre moving but not aware
Youre drowsy without a care
Except keeping your whites behind your lids
And your lids are your best canvas
I can only imagine what you're painting, what you're painting
And your body on my mattress is proof
And your makeup on your pillow is proof
But do you think I am telling you the truth?
It's just a lyrical lie, made up in my mind
And you want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesnt fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear, get a grip
And you want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesnt fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear, get a grip