Lyrical Lies
A old man gave me a tip he said 'Don't waste your time with politics', he said 'Just chase skirts instead And life is too short, and your almost dead,' he said 'I met a woman once, gave her my best shot But never did I talk, 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 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 your 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
