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