Particle Man - Wrote A Letter lyrics

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 -