An 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 you're almost dead" he said

"I met a woman once, I gave her my best shot"

"But never did I talk and talk and 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"



And 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

It's 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

You're drowsy without a care

Except keeping your whites behind your lids

And your lids are your best canvas

I can only imagine what you're painting, what you're painting

And your body on my mattress is proof

And your makeup on my pillow is proof

But do you think I am telling you the truth



It's 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



And you want to be dressed in poetry

But imagery doesn't fit

And you want resizing

But darling dear get a grip