An 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"

And 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

It's just a lyrical lie [x2]

Made up in my mind [x2]

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

You'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, 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

And you want to be dressed in poetry

But imagery doesn't fit

And you want resizing

But darling dear get a grip