And they still do me, I'm sick, lonely
It's 'sorry, just one cherry', 'play again', 'get lucky'
The way they spin and turn and jockey for positions
He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper
With my broken heart and my absent God
And I love their love and I am thankful
Sloping off the ceiling at an angle
With some ideal ideology that no one could hope to achieve
Where the floodlights point up at the steeples
Is truly not becoming me, your eyes are poor
And I have no faith but it is all I want
Of paint, of tape, of time
But then, my knees give under me
All your live's one track, can't they see it's pointless?
Well, I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover
She would never clean another mess or fold his shirts or look her best
But when I lift my voice up now to reach them
And he said, "Thank you, please but your flattery
And she decided the rest of her life from that point on would be a lie
Could hear the sound escaping as an echo
You are nothing but a stepping stone
Like art could save a wretch like me
And your carelessness, it is something awful
I knew a woman, she was dignified and true
And I tried to tell him he had a sense
But she was grateful for everything that had happens
Your decisions now are yours alone
Oh, they fit together, like a puzzle
So I have been hanging out down by the trains depot
I am a waste of breath, of space, of time"
No laurel tree, just green envy
You are blind, you see, no beauty could have come from me
And this cop, he pulled him off to the side of the road
But then she wept, what did you expect?
With one day leading her to the next
Until one day, she found out that he had lied
And they remind me of wind up cars in motion
You get a little closer to your death, which was fine with her
The range is too high, way up in Heaven
The last few months I have been living with this couple
It is not them but me, who has lost my self-identity
That someone actually receives the prize that was promised
And though your father's name is known
And no, I can't just let you go
And try to just keep moving on
Like love is some kind of lottery
And everything I made is trite and cheap and a waste
To be loved and believe in my soul
In that big, old house with the cars she kept
Tie my shoe, start walking off
You don't understand"
So now I park my car down by the cathedral
Where you scratch and see what's underneath
Yeah, you know, the kind who buy everything in doubles
And so I hold my tongue, forget the song
Of color and composition so magnificent
And I want to scream out that it all is nonsense
Will my number come up eventually?
And she was anxious for all that would come next?
And "Such is life," she often said
She was free to waste away alone
And I am never real, it is just a sketch in me
She never got upset and with all the days she may have left
The cop said, "No one got hurt, you should be thankful
Choir practice was filling up with people
As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry
On a path to debt, to loss, to shame"
My head feels weak and suddenly it is clear to see
By all those fairy tales that drugged us
And he said, "Officer, officer, you got the wrong man
And when the voices blend they sound like angels
No, I don't ride, I just sit and watch the people there
And her love for her man was one of her many virtues
Last night, my brother, he got drunk and drove
No, no, I'm a student of medicine, a son of a banker
I hope there's some room still in the middle
