Caveman painting on the wall
Essays of young radicals
Sage detective expected it all
He was unaware of you
Men in the balcony greet their lord
A bit too impressed with power chords
Their sport and snorts mean little to me
I am their enemy, but I’m not your enemy
Snuff the angels’ light right out
You think too much about my love
I really am just as I say
Drunk in lust for you
I can’t afford to fall on my sword
Love is something more than I swore
It’s a sentence I will serve
So you better know you’ll know me more
Send me off to so far bed
Lie awake and wish me harm
By morning all your venom’s gone
But the poison’s still in me
The clouds that gather round my head
Take the form that sailors dread
I swear to you I love you still
I’m ill but I will live
So bring me coffee and Advil
I’ll wash the dishes and sing to you
There’s little good that I can do
But you seem to like me still