[00:21.99]To be born is anything but this
[00:24.84]The dying wish of a dinosaur's dish
[00:27.42]Of no use, a shitty gift like a single slipper
[00:30.12]I go diffuse in city quick like the little dipper
[00:33.30]She's cute with little titties and a sense of humor
[00:36.30]But to tell you the truth, sir
[00:38.04]I pity the poor fool, her
[00:39.72]Fruitless in a holster and clueless in a kiss
[00:42.60]I'm older than death
[00:43.68]Vulgar with unfresh breath
[00:45.33]During *** I might put us in some joke positions
[00:48.36]But it's scary always how we end up in missionary
[00:52.08]Like the daring men who fight to submission
[00:54.33]Barely conscious there to care about the split decision
[00:57.21]Your sour thoughts you wield at me
[00:59.07]You wring out your melon
[01:00.39]But it yields only drops like an unripe lemon
[01:03.60]All a man can understand is your bad intentions
[01:06.48]The less you talk the more you draw and seal and ending
[01:09.36]Keep leafing through the glossary
[01:11.22]Sitting there puffing ****
[01:12.81]Telling me repeatedly all the things you want to be
[01:15.54]The thug's just a boy once my money in the bags
[01:18.42]Is your love but a ploy like Bugs Bunny in drag?
[01:21.48]I leave my lungs open, exposed to the whole crew
[01:24.51]While you sneak a bump and smoke cloves in the coat room
[01:27.69]Itching like a local ho
[01:29.22]Wishing like Pinocchio
[01:30.57]The wind is at my back anew
[01:32.07]But still I feel the lack of you
[01:33.66]Oh, you were so heavy in my heart, boo
[01:36.24]That soon no longer could my true heart hold you
[01:39.06]And like the angular Etruscan tchotchke my mom got me
[01:42.48]At the Met gift shop in '92
[01:45.03]Tearing from the brown paper bag I kept it in when it was new
[01:48.30]After I left it overnight when it was wet with dew
[01:51.21]It sounds blue and shitty
[01:52.95]But of course kid, like the little skinny bronze horse did
[01:56.37]You fell through
[01:57.72]You were like a buoy I put down in open ocean
[02:00.48]But with no cross staff and no compass in my possession
[02:03.51]And too far out for a lighthouse to provide discretion
[02:06.75]How could I presume that you'd divine direction
[02:09.72]Must have patience
[02:11.13]Accept no imitations
[02:12.69]Take no paper hearts and ******* hate carnations
[02:15.69]Though my home is vacant
[02:17.01]Yeah I'm lonesome while I wait
[02:18.42]That's no open invitation made to hope we make acquaintance
[02:21.60]The long walks home from the laundromat
[02:24.57]In Pop-Pop's Holden Caulfield hat
[02:27.30]Alone, lost for certain
[02:29.16]Dry and pent
[02:30.39]Dead bent like a merchant ivory gent
[02:33.21]Yes, to yet get a spouse and kids
[02:35.70]Have a house full
[02:36.66]But I'm hard to be around
[02:38.19]And sterile as a roused mule
[02:39.87]Preemptive nostalgia of the possible but doubtful
[02:42.63]Preemptive nostalgia of the possible but doubtful
[03:15.63]And always something reminds me of you