(Verlaine)
I jump outa bed
and pull down the shade
I used to have such
sweet dreams - now it's more like an air raid.
I see the opposition clear - I see them
stare
I don't care - it doesn't matter to
me - I never think about it
Slip out of
myself like a shadow and somersault thru walls
I can't tell, it's really so odd
Is this
spring or fall?
Your wine is just sour
grapes
Pour me a glass anytime I'm not
there
Careful Careful
I'm not bitter
I just get so sore
I need that girl more
and more
Cuz when she whispers in my ear it
gets so hard
It get's so hard to get out of
bed
It's more than I can do.
If
someone must work today, let it be you.
All
this confusion hit me like a dare but I don't
care.
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