The Money’s Gone To His Head

Case Study (A Schizophrenic Duet) [peekaboo name=”case”][/peekaboo]
Failure For The Young [peekaboo name=”failure”][/peekaboo]
Should’ves and Could’ves [peekaboo name=”should”][/peekaboo]
My ExStacy [peekaboo name=”my”][/peekaboo]
The 50/50 [peekaboo name=”the”][/peekaboo]
I can’t hold nobody else’s hand [peekaboo name=”i”][/peekaboo]
Wrote this in the stockroom of Serramonte
Music Center, part one [peekaboo name=”wrote”][/peekaboo]
Bittersweet, As In A Young
Brandy [peekaboo name=”bittersweet”][/peekaboo]
Let Me Light Your Path [peekaboo name=”let”][/peekaboo]
PB & J [peekaboo name=”p”][/peekaboo]
Talkin’ Pancake [peekaboo name=”talk”][/peekaboo]
Angel Out Loud [peekaboo name=”angel”][/peekaboo]
Forget The Queen [peekaboo name=”forget”][/peekaboo]
I’m Sorry For Forgetting
Your Birthday [peekaboo name=”im”][/peekaboo]
Old Lady Night [peekaboo name=”old”][/peekaboo]
Ballad Of Gwen Araujo [peekaboo name=”ballad”][/peekaboo]
Still Your Lucky Day [peekaboo name=”still”][/peekaboo]
Talkin’ Real World Blues [peekaboo name=”talkin”][/peekaboo]
Your Card Game [peekaboo name=”your”][/peekaboo]
Gotcha [peekaboo name=”gotcha”][/peekaboo]

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[peekaboo_content name=”case” start=”hidden”]CASE STUDY (A SCHIZOPHRENIC DUET)

Doctor!

i had a vision, left it somewhere way down and out of reach

bad decision, now i nod my head and practice anyone’s preach

no instructions, i’m just a hundred pieces scattered on the ground

leave it up to me, if i don’t come easy i won’t stick around

 

sir i’m sad to report

you don’t know his worth

either getting all caught up in rope

or twirling around a lasso

if i should generalize

its quite the common lie

but who am i to say more

than what i’m paid for

 

but doctor…

is it wound up in the kalidoscopes i happen to i dream about

why i carry a megaphone and microscopes every time i leave the house?

well i know i know that you just can’t make a turtle come out of his shell

and i’ve been waiting patiently beside myself but that too hasn’t helped

 

sir I’m sad to report

you don’t know his worth

either getting all caught up in rope

or twirling around a lasso

if i should generalize

its what we all live by

but who am i to tell more

than what i’m paid for

 

in my opinion…

maybe you need to do the opposite of whatever your doinG

the whole will turn a lock if you think you only need one key

you’re the classic case you saw a gypsy spider crawling ‘cross your rug

creeping right along but you step on everything you are afraid of

 

sir I’m sad to report

you dont know his worth

either getting all caught up in rope

or twirling around a lasso

if i should generalize

its all we live by

but we’ve got a number of pills

for your tired out will…

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FAILURE FOR THE YOUNG

 

this mo

ment here

just won’t ever disappear

so i’ll fail my way through

i’m an untied pair of shoes

don’t let it bother you

i lost all

beliefs

to reality

and barely fail for myself

i’m not in charge of no one else

they can fail for themselves

outside

indoors

wherever i’m headed for

success is a mountain peak

higher than i can reach

failings right in front of me

i dont walk

the walk

its an big echo when i talk

but no one seems to mind

cause personality of any kind

is a big old waste of time

i play

guitar

so i won’t get to far

cause someone else’s pen

decided my dimensions

and declared my independence

if i fol

low right

i’ll get anything i like

though the deal sounds great

a failure’s only mistake

is forgetting to concentrate

and im not

a robot

i argue with my alarm clock

but i’ll fail just like a bee

turn my thoughts into honey

and sting for the queen

we all

are for

peace over war

we’ve been through this before

when your in charge of the world

thats an A+ failure

so I just

complain

look for anyone to blame

but nobody seems to know

who put on the big failing show

or hid the remote control

im not

myself

but im trying hard as hell

just to keep myself entertained

with a pocketful of change

mother tells me i should save

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SHOULDVE’S AND COULD’VES

don’t think that i’m full of myself

these are honest words i speak

i think you better find a quiet

corner or a couch to sit and think

but what you’re gonna come up with

through your years of pondering

ain’t never gonna add up to me

what you gonna do when your should’ves and your could’ves catch up with you?

 

i can be a gentlemen honey

i know how to open a door

i just think you got too many

ideas of why i’m doing it for

you can’t take a man at face value

if you can’t look him in the eye

knowing you, you’d give his chin a try

what you gonna do when your should’ves and your could’ves catch up with you?

 

put your tongue in boarding school

do what you have to do

cause you can’t seem get your words

to act the way you want them to

i suppose i could even get used

to reading index cards

assuming your printings on par

what you gonna do when your should’ves and your could’ves catch up with you?

 

i know that just like every girl

you got a responsibility

but all i ask is that you tear

me apart at a slower speed

i mean please gosh i get myself

caught on everything as it is

haven’t you heard only fools rush in

what you gonna do when your should’ves and your could’ves catch up with you?

 

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MY EXSTACY

at first sight of stacy i thought how could i afford her

but she wanted a tea and she was short a quarter

i told her my loans require a deposit

she said if thats you’re policy honey i’ll give you a sip

 

she was irresistable right from the start

she invited me over like there was gas in my car, i had to

roll to the spot on my razor scooter

ain’t that an environmentally minded commuter

 

sometimes i swear

every loving human pair

must be fooling one another

but if that thought only

leaves me righteously lonely

why even bother

 

now that we’re apart

let’s start getting back together

we’ve been flirting with the notion

we could do any better

but not for the moment

 

we marry our boredom for days at a time

i burn her cds and write her poems that don’t rhyme

i tell her things like “life is not a question”

so she acts all multiple choice just to keep me guessin

 

being excellent thiefs of each other’s patience

we’ve learned to become novice travel agents

sending each other on nice long vacations

 

sometimes i believe

every 2 loving human beings

must be fooling one another

but if that thought only

leaves me righteously lonely

why even bother

 

now that we’re apart

let’s start getting back together

we’ve been flirting with the notion

we could do any better

not for the moment

 

who was that man who was quoted to say

“the first break up never takes”

sometimes i feel like giving him a ring

and ask how many more times we can mess up things

 

now that we’re apart

let’s start getting back together

we’ve been flirting with the notion

we could do any better

not for the moment

 

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THE 50/50

just like i always say

when you hear a knock on your front door

if you wanna leave it unlocked

you better keep a clean peephole

 

and if your fond of mountain tops

get used to avalanches

ever since tick went tock

its been the same circumstances

 

but keeping level’s easy

just play the 50/50

 

for everyone who likes a dog

somebody likes a cat

some people like them both

some people like gardening

 

no matter how much wood you knock

the very same thing gets done

you can get all your fingers crossed

but it won’t surprise anyone

particularly

those playing the 50/50

 

i once saw a calla lilly

get hit with a basketball

it lost a good foot and a half

but did not complain at all

 

the hall of famers all say

play what comes natural

and if you ever deal the deck

you gotta call what cards are wild

 

use your head, quit thinking

just play the 50/50

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I CAN’T HOLD NOBODY ELSE’S HAND

not a star in the sky tonight i feel somewhere between

a fizzled out fourth of july and its impending halloween

always thought there’d be some kinda bonus coming back to me

for all of my overtime teaching this medieval history

but i can’t hold nobody else’s hand

everything leads back to you

and i know your thinking the same thing

the same thing i’m thinking too

 

and i’ve got this situation figured out and everything

from your carry-on bags to the bruises upon your knees

it’s so funny the things that in my head i can place

because no matter how hard i try i just can’t picture your face

and i can’t hold nobody else’s hand

everything leads back to you

and i know your thinking the same thing

the same thing i’m thinking too

 

and i know the curtain will close on me quick

because i’m all out of magic tricks

 

i can swing up and down with the monkeys in their trees

but i never seem to like anywhere that it gets me

forgive me for leaving my suitcase on your doorstep

and i’m sorry for all the time it took you to break into it

and i can’t hold nobody else’s hand

everything leads back to you

and i know your thinking the same thing

the same thing i’m thinking too

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WROTE THIS IN THE STOCKROOM OF SERRAMONTE CENTER, PART ONE

Don’t you waste your money on expensive perfume

Don’t you waste your money on expensive perfume

You’ve got a smell so sneaky, it’ll find it’s way through

 

Though I have heard stories, I’ve never seen you play your flute

Though I have heard stories, I’ve never seen you play your flute

Well I read on the internet that your sister plays one too

 

I got a brand new haircut yesterday but it caused no alarm

Yeah, I got a brand new haircut yesterday but it caused no alarm

And I may have cotton coming out of my mouth but its part of my charm

 

I’ll be the first to admit that I need to marry rich

you better make some money baby cause I need to marry rich

I’m gonna get up in the morning, i believe i’ll play my clarinet

 

well i do feel for the situation jesus is in

well i do feel for the situation jesus is in

been gone about 2000 years still gotta make everyone’s decisions

 

I can be a smart one no matter what the teachers tell me

I can be a smart one no matter what the teachers tell me

as long as I’ve got myself a watch and I know the alphabet up to G

 

You play sharp with me baby, you don’t know how flat that is

You play sharp with me baby, you don’t know how flat that is

you need to work on your tone, give it about 2 years practice

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BITTERSWEET, AS IN A YOUNG BRANDY

i hate to be

the one to tell you some things

are exactly

exactly just as they seem

well predictably time has outrun another sun

looks like we’re both headed back to square one

but you’re wet concrete

you better move quick

brandy, you taste so bittersweet

but it’s down the hatch, no time for that, I can feel myself settling in

 

i’m sick of all

the fine print I walk atop

and the protocol

set to never let our guard drop

but as the wet sidewalk took the shape of your thin glove

did you notice that our shirt sleeves made a little love

but you’re wet concrete

you better move quick

brandy, you taste so bittersweet

but it’s down the hatch, no time for that, I can feel myself settling in

 

we’ll age

we’ll meet

again one day

on another shelf

with another taste

 

you should expect

you should at least get used to it

the tail end

will always rob precedence

in fact the clumsy goodbye hug i spilled on you

its a shame to say that’s all i’ve held on to

we’re wet concrete

we better move quick

brandy, you taste so bittersweet

but it’s down the hatch, no time for that, I can feel myself settling in

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LET ME LIGHT YOUR PATH

let me light your path

let me light your way

we’ll escape our shadows

still clutching to the day

yes we all are matches

in someone else’s book

strike me when you’re lonely

for a better look

 

this is all familiar

i’ve gathered passing clouds

to try and thin the chances

of blurring my moon out

but every road will darken

learn to welcome it

or be buried in the chill

of all you’ve collected

 

i’ll sing a bright idea

and try to calm your mind

i can’t promise anything

but let me give it a try

and if i end up singing

someone else’s song

it’s all the same reflection

to help each other along

 

some of us can hear your

poisoned relief calls

some of us can see you

feeling out the walls

some of us remember

far beyond our burns

to turn your attention

toward the dawn’s return

 

let me light your path

let me light your way

we’ll escape our shadows

still clutching to the day

yes we all are matches

in someone else’s book

strike me when you’re lonely

for a better look

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PB & J

jelly

peanut butter

when you get them both together

in a venue

such as wheat bread

is never less

than marvelous

now if you

should acquire

that most profound desire

for your favorite

thirst avoidant

a glass of it

would cure it quick

 

you’re a genius

just not very inspired

better fix yourself

a big PB and J

and call it a day

 

in lieu of

your satisfaction

you must still complete this action

make sure

that you secure

both the jar lids

before they’re in

the cabinet

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TALKIN’ PANCAKE

sometimes i wake early and sometimes late

but its always 10 minutes before i eat a pancake

come to think of it thats not right

i need more than one for my appetite

i’m big

 

you want a pancake recipe

i’ll talk you through it, its easy

get out all your ingredients

take out a bowl and put them all in

serves 4

 

if i simply had it up to me

pancakes would be the national currency

shotstacks coming out of ATMs

buttermilk checks signed with a syrup pen

put your money where your mouth is

 

sometime ago back a few weeks

i decided to throw a big pancake party

i had some freaks in the kitchen working the oven

and they ain’t leavin til six in the mornin

 

well it seems there is a big debate

that has come up as of late

whether it is appropriate

to flatten your pancakes or keep them thick

my opinion

is taste dependent

if you know what i mean

 

early one morning i had the thought

maybe i should open my own ihop

but the whole idea got vetoed quick

when i remembered about customer service

but i could eat my profit

 

last night while the moon was full

i had a dream and i’m not bashful

it was all about me in a cooking course

with aunt jemima and mrs. buttersworth

it was a sticky situation!

 

cereal eaters are sorta cliche

i can’t hold a conversation with anyone who woke up and had an egg

oatmeal makers remind me of quakers

the only people i get along with are pancakers

at least in the morning

 

now and then people say to me

you are what you eat

i asked my friends and they confirmed my hunch

i don’t look like a pancake that much

I’m working on it!

 

then and now i hear people say

breakfast is the most important meal of the day

if that’s the case then i decree

i must be very important the way that i eat

VIP- very important pancake eater

 

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ANGEL OUT LOUD

i can’t make rent

i don’t make sense

i have trouble keeping my mind on one thing

i try not to get too loud

but as long as she wants to stay in town

i’m gonna stick around

 

i’m the droplets

of a fossitt

sometimes i go on all night dripping

through a house that sleeps so sound

but as long as she wants to stay in town

i’m gonna stick around

 

time is a tide you create

no use fighting it babe

we’re gonna go where it goes

sometimes you look just like an angel

with your little eyes closed

 

I’m a rough draft

I’m an autograph

scribbled out with no importance

I’m gathered in the after show crowd

as long as she wants to stay in town

i’m gonna stick around

 

time is a tide you create

no use fighting it babe

we’re gonna go where it goes

sometimes you look just like an angel

with your little eyes closed

 

city beehives

pale shorelines

the scenery makes no difference

to where my heart would be found

as long as she wants to stay in town

i’m gonna stick around

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FORGET THE QUEEN

the devil sits at the kitchen table talking about

jesus and god and their connection

trying to explain and clear up all my questions and my

uncertainties

but i still don’t see

 

the queen lies in her bed late at night but her

brown eyes can’t make sense of the dark

i hope she gets what’s keeping her up

but then again i gotta hope

the same thing for the king

 

for once i wish i knew just what to say

and could answer your questions but i guess

not today

 

so many truths

lost or left to my youth

five little words

could’ve gotten me whatever

like kevin estrada

will tell you through a beatnik fade

you gotta speak loud

tomorrow who’ll remember?

 

my friend looking at new people in new sur-

roundings, wishes to be back home

but its your scene no one’s gonna play your role

you got no seeds what are you waiting for to grow?

 

for once i wish i knew just what to say

and could answer your questions but i guess

not today

 

this pain in my heart

is one thing i can learn to deal with

but it sure tests my lasts drops of dignity

i throw my weight

hoping it’ll tip your scale

and sit antsy ’til the words come to me

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I’M SORRY FOR FORGETTING YOUR BIRTHDAY

i checked on my calender today

and noticed it was the the fifteenth of may

the only thing there is left to say

at the risk of being turned away

i’m sorry

i’m sorry babe

i’m sorry for forgetting your birthday

 

i’m usually on top of such things

i pick up the phone by the second ring

but it seemed to have slipped my mind far away

i wish i could have been there to celebrate

i’m sorry

i’m sorry babe

i’m sorry for forgetting your birthday

 

you’re very special, you’re a-ok, you’re one of a kind…

how come you need the hallmark company to get it in your mind?

 

i wont waste my time buttering you up

its up to you if you want to pout and hold a grudge

but at the same time i know i got some debt to pay

if you want i’ll take a billboard out to say

i’m sorry

i’m sorry babe

i’m sorry for forgetting your birthday

 

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OLD LADY NIGHT

sparrows play cards upon the rooftops

with wings held in submission

to white wine talk not strong enough

to form a firm opinion

but old lady night screams keep it down

sending their worms back underground

her conspirators talk in thrown out rocks

‘til the flock flees in formation

 

creation gasps for air and fights

off the rival statue builders

who hide behind a stained glass sky

weekly kicking down kneelers

Our Wheezing Lady of the Night genuflects

picks her teeth clean of stone sacraments

while hymns and psalms lean tired on the walls

like out of shape confirmations

 

freudian slips and lost shopping lists

fight for slim parking lot spaces

outside a market where i’m selling chocolate

and tolerable annoyances

fourteen years ago hastily

wrapped into a tightly knit memory

of her weight on her hand on a tagged newsstand

as we keep a camouflaged company

 

splinters of sunshine pierce through the blinds

and melt into the shag carpeting

where just above if you look close enough

you can catch the dust tangoing

to her rumbling tuba announcement rap

titled “old lady night’s taking a nap”

whatever dream she’s mothering

surely wake soundly in her lap

 

far-sightedness makes it obvious

how age weighs the decision

to gather with dust wherever we must

or to bear a head-on collision

with the frail scarecrows standing guard

over destiny ripe in our own backyard

take a close look before the vine is shook

and you’ve punched out your time card

 

 

children beware, your youth is the only

trick the old know how to play!

their newest alum throw the biggest tantrum

and through you alone rejuvenate

threading her needle has now become

as sinful as it always was burdensome

but what other way could she mend their mistakes

but your tug of war’s tension

 

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BALLAD OF GWEN ARAUJO

gwen araujo murdered on a cold october night

by four drunk Men she was beaten out right

at a party where she wished to escape her mind

and free a soul she’d been told to hide

the four Men argued over the 17 year old

who some of them had intimately known

there were always rumors swirling round her

rumors of the most private nature

 

if we can’t see each other

for anything we are to be

we might as well throw out peace

we might as well throw out life itself

cause we’ll never understand such things

 

one of the frantic Men’s girlfriends

aimed to put these rumors to an end

and she followed gwen up in to the bathroom

then ran to announce what would be her doom

the words cut throught the men’s fragile pride

one of them called for a pocket knife

they stabbed and strangled and tied her in rope

drove 150 miles and laid her in a hole

 

if we can’t see each other

for anything we are to be

we might as well throw out peace

we might as well throw out life itself

cause we’ll never understand such things

 

two weeks and no one at the party had spoke

about the crime they had seen unfold

her funeral was flooded with the community

seventeen butterflies were let free

gwen’s mother had always stood to protect her

her words and the consequences they rendered

but gwen had decided alone on acceptance

from a society who swears they’re not against it

 

if we can’t see each other

for anything we are to be

we might as well throw out peace

we might as well throw out life itself

cause we’ll never understand such things

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STILL YOUR LUCKY DAY

well i may not look it

but i spend most my time in the sun

and when i get dragged back in

it take a little while for my eyes to adjust

but it don’t take much to see

you’re pinching your whole life story

with this stale monotony

so you’ve no need to draw attention

or even mention

your page needs a turning

 

but what do you know

it’s still your lucky day

don’t it go to show

you can’t get out of the way

of what’s coming to you

a little sun is all it’d take

to get that through

you bet it all on a today

and you can’t lose

 

firecrackers all admire you

baby, can’t you hear it?

still you dress in a hue of blue

so subtle we hardly notice

but don’t you think it’s time

you twist open your window shade

and take a look outside?

i presume you’d leave the gloom

of this waiting room

and the rest of you behind

 

but what do you know

it’s still your lucky day

don’t it go to show

you can’t get out of the way

of what’s coming to you

a little sun is all it’d take

to get that through

you bet it all on a today

and you can’t lose

 

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TALKIN’ REAL WORLD BLUES

well my college world is almost done

i figure i’m ready for the real one

im gonna get a job make money too

do all the things that real people do

 

my sister finished college 4 years back

shes says it so hard to stay on track

they put you in the corner dont talk to you much

if you cant kiss a clean ass and type C++

shes not bilingual

 

i like to get ahead so i decided to study

reality is best taught on the tv

they were really helpful thats for sure

they even got a show called the real world

taught me alot

they all live in beautiful house

all look beautiful

act beautiful

dress beautiful

smell beautiful

have beautiful fights

make them up with beautiful sex

the real world dont sound bad after all!

 

well i got out in the real world sunny day

walked outside to stretch out my legs

but i didnt even make it around the block

only just as far as my mail box

it was full!

gas, electric, SBC

sewage, garbage, recycling

credit cards i dont even own

buy free minutes on the nokia phone

welcome to the neighborhood!

 

 

well i couldn’t spend too much time in the real world

without getting myself a real girl

but this is a paradox in and of itself

cause the most of them want to be someone else

i don’t know why

 

its as sure as a bite into corn on the cob

when your not having babies you gotta have a job

so i called up a want ad and got an interview

i went out and bought a tailored suit

stale blue dress shirt and cologne smell

brown briefcase and slick hair gel

looked good!

you wouldn’t recognize me

 

i got the real world blues i went to find a cure

down the block at the CD store

front and center was John Mayer

saying he just found out there’s no such thing as the real world!

Funny

he must be in college!

 

i was feeling real down on my luck

and spreading thin my very last buck

but i remembered a little trick if i get this way

from back before my real world days

When you think you’ve lost the meaning of life, just purchase

a boxed juice beverage, take a sip, wait a sec,

and it’ll all come back to you.

 

i seemed to remember sometime back in the day

when green meant go and red meant stay

but ask anyone over 30 they’ll tell you so

its just not how the real world goes

they said don’t worry about it tho

you only have to stay until you’re about 60

 

well excuse me for what i must sound like

but i’d just like to use up my time

in a less planned out sort of real way

then sitting at a desk and being bored all day

i did that enough in the fantasy world

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YOUR CARD GAME

run along

i know, you gotta get where your going

home sure looks different now dont it

back door

we keep it unlocked all summer

for whenever your cards go under

 

side car

of a see-thru motorcycle

cant be a good place to keep your child

take notes

even if its from your toll booth

switching lanes now would just be rude

 

but I’ma go now

thanks for the hospitality

quit trying to teach your card game to me

nobody wrote your script

we’re all having the toughest time

figuring out how we all know your lines

 

funny how

you can dress up in crazy glue

and nobody gets stuck on you

somewhere

there’s a manniquin undressed

and all the other maniquins are impressed

 

caught you

afraid to try on a hat

i didn’t know you hung out with quicksand

that radio

playing in the background

nobody knows how to turn him down

 

but I’ma go now

thanks for the hospitality

quit trying to teach your card game to me

nobody wrote your script

we’re all having the toughest time

figuring out how we all know your lines

 

hey honcho

you’re down right unfair

going through the world w/ a finger in the air

you run a point joint

down the old hangnail trail

you’d be a millionaire if you put it up for sale

 

take time

just to put it in another place

oh man what a waste

its a slippery fish

and if you think instead

that nobody’s alive, you’re probably dead

 

but I’ma go now

thanks for the hospitality

quit trying to teach your card game to me

nobody wrote your script

we’re all having the toughest time

figuring out how we all know your lines

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GOTCHA

and they’d wake up tomorrow all tight

from the cramped position they’d slept in that night

both shaking strange dreams and disoriented

and attempting to make a smooth transition

into real life conversation

 

how they got there is up to you to imagine

i’ve tried to get out of them on several occasions

they repeatedly tell me “its none of your business

there’s a million other songs on our very topic

we suggest you have a listen”

 

if the night keeps a low profile

then the morning is an only child

i’ve heard everyone gets someone too

but i’ve got you

 

oh the beauty of anything that sneaks up on you

given full creative privileges to turn you all blue

or to thoughtlessly infect you with an actual match

of exactly what you’ve been trying to catch

to prove what a fool you are to watch your back

 

“if you need Me to play dumb” she said

“if you need the usual fantasy clogging your head

you must learn to do the same and hide the evidence

revealing your secrets at your own expense,

and when you do i will still be a mess”

 

if the night keeps a low profile

then the morning is an only child

i’ve heard everyone gets someone too

but i’ve got you

 

well i had that dream last night

of which i had been warned

everyone had their blinkers on

nobody turned

 

i hope you get married when you’re naive and young

you can have a bunch of children and name them all wrong

raise an Jill who’s a plumber, a seamstress named doug

love will figure out everything except love

but for all the rough drafts that’s more than enough

 

chained for the worse or for the better

you can get along just enough to stay together

tag team a viagra with an avlimil

and you can fool yourselves to thinking there’s sexual

interest between you still

 

if the night keeps a low profile

then the morning is an only child

i’ve heard everyone gets someone too

but i’ve got you

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