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