You probably don't wear your glasses. But you probably need them to read. And you probably value your downtime. And you probably don't get much sleep.
Your skin's in my mouth but I'm thinkin' about. Thousands of things that don't got your name. So, I'm distant and weird we stop and you're all ears. But how can I say.
I found my fickle friend. Out in the alley way. He said, you don't look so good. I said, hey doc, that's great. . You started practicing?. I never got the note.
I saw your haircut in a storefront:. The choppy sides and perfect bangs.. I loved the way it framed the model's cheekbones,. The blank expression on her face..
The moralist on the mountain top. The cap gun cowboy caught playin' dress up. Patrols his cartoon beat with his costume clothes. . The damn fool with his ten ton chip.
The bricks get laid and they get torn up. And laid again but the bricks always get torn up again. . Your friends won't wait so don't believe that shit.
Brooklyn boy, born and raised, chopping lines. Hey, hey, it's my birthday. It's a toy I torched, a tar pit flame, a lockjaw night. Hey, hey, it's my birthday.