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
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

And you want to be dressed in poetry
but imagery doesn’t fit
and you want resizing
but darling dear get a grip