I asked you for a ride I was lonely And hoping to see you before I left town You said, "i'm sorry, I'd like to, If only I had had the time ... Maybe
George died in the fifth grade No one ever knew why He was out selling lemonade On the Fourth of July and he died Sister Claire said that he was An angel
Well I knew a dealer, dan, and he'd say "don't worry 'bout me - I'm never gonna fit the plan And I'll never work for free" And then he spent
She was a faker, I was a fool I tried to make her, I broke the rule And over coffee the morning next I learned the reckless have regrets Life lays me
Way down in soho town Where the lovely people love to be And they all write all their best lines down And they hope their hair turns white like andy
This town's got to shake down to its roots An' I don't know if that's the sands or the tropical fruits I don't believe all the things I see But I'm still
It only hurts me when I'm awake It seems to die with dreaming And there's only so much that I can fake When my whole life's careening down I will not
I'm not immune so I commune With the objects in my home I am caressed by my razor And so am not alone I spoon an oversize pillow Which I bought for just
I guess I make my way okay, I guess I do I guess I get by just like you I'm keeping to myself though, if you don't mind I don't want to leave any fingerprints
I heard nothing but the empty slap of words That was all I heard when you spoke to me I ... I ... I want you You asked me if I knew what a nipple was
