You don't remember how to love
And the therapist says probably never will
It's quite a sad theory in the World today
Where you can't achieve your dreams
Through physics, geometry or science fiction
I'm sorry kind deer
But your mother is gone
The hunter decided it was time
To have a healthy meat filling lunch
We're got on our hands a concentration moon
And I don't know where it's taking us
But most likely not any place soon
Diet Pepsi can on my desk
The rhythm of funk isn't in the soul
Not in the blood or the brain
But in the bones
It's the bone structure which gets you to move
You used to laugh about
All the times long ago
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About your next meal
How does it feel?
You used to laugh about
My therapist keeps telling me
If you could open up my chest
My heart would be on fire
I told her she was unoriginal
Far frommotivated and overpaid
Not good enough for this Earth
No reason to get excited
Let's meet in the grocery store
No the shopping mall
How about a quarter past five?
You bring your kids
And I'll bring the cart
We can pretend we're married
And have always been
Your husband won't know
He can't find out
As long as he's at work.
Carry me home.
Strawberrys make the best kinds of apples.
I've been thinking this out for quite sometime
Maybe we should throw it all behind
Move on with our lives
Call it quits because really, truly
In the end, who gives a shit?
You'll lose my check, salary, bills
And classy upbringing
But that is okay, it is okay right?
I'm moving out to Long Island
To retire and live the Billy Joel kind of life
Drunken nights
Furious fights
Maybe crashing a car or two
They say those waters aren't what they used to be
But that's okay because
I don't won't have people who count on me
If people ask just tell them I'm patrolling Atlantis
What did all the good Presidents say?
How do I protect such a great nation?
Is there anyway to make the World a better place?
My words are those of third graders
And I don't mind
If I have the choice to dine whoever I please
I'll invite Hemingway, Poe and maybe Dante
No I lied.
