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