Lyrics:

A old man gave me a tip he said
'Don't waste your time with politics' he said
'Just chase skirts instead'
'Life is too short, and your almost dead' he said
'I met a woman once, I gave her my best shot'
'But never did I 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 i[x2]
Made up in my mind i[x2]

And 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 your painting, what your painting
And your body on my mattress is proof
And your makeup on my pillow is proof
But do you think I am telling you the truth

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