A 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”

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
Its just a lyrical lie
Made up in my mind

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
Your'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
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