Now I was all over that woman – wrote her weighty words – numerous commas
A list of lengthy letters – spilling out juvenile traumas
No comments, no return to sender, could it be karma
Could've been nirvana but would've been awesome, casting my shadow upon her
Torn asunder by the hunger for admiration
Replacing the Blockbuster with artsy film – modern cult sensations
Heard she dug'em so I had to watch'em
God awful movies with no plots, but guessed I had to love'em
She spoke of Francis Bacon like she'd really known him
David Bowie, Frank Zappa and an obscure Russian poet
Her and the army of yay-Sayers and globetrotters
Camus and Satre in the Backpack, bystanders to poor buggers
Who didn't have a pot to piss in – poor misfits
Philosophizing over the meaning of existence while the world crumble like biscuits
I stand here in the distance – wondering why I even cared about this miss... it's
A -tisket a-tasket, a green and yellow basket
I wrote a letter to my love
And on the way I dropped it, A little boy he picked it up and put it in his pocket
Tell me why do I play these games, tell me why do I play these games
I must be insane – cause it doesn't bring a change
The same ol' same -
Now I was all over that woman, wrote her wise man quotes on yellow post-its
Cause I'd heard that as a child she was very precocious
But I learned that as a grown-up – she was fairly ferocious
And in arguments I would get severely roasted
I was mad that she could easily puncture every discussion with a deadly argument
That would make me mad and repugnant
And I didn't want my friends to see me lose face so I lost it
And lost faith in our companionship
And then packed my luggage
Wanted to discover my face in the mirror again
Wanted to recover, kick it with friends, days without end
Until I found unlimited freedom is a limited trend
You need to put up limits if you want to finish a thing
Also I needed to proceed, reading the story of my seed
Not only every other week, but continuously
Not only weekend highlights, but everyday treats
Like television nights with cuddles that celebrate WE
Me, you, her and him – got that urge within
To make this work again
Evil lurks within – but let's murk the trend
Another birth begins – don't let the serpent in
A tisket, a takset, a green and yellow basket, I wrote a letter to my love
And on the way I dropped - al little boy picked it up and put it in his pocket
Ell me why do I play these games, tell me why do I play these games
I must be insane – cause it doesn't bring a change
The same ol' same -