Inked up temptress in a see through dress
Sippin' pink umbrella drinks
In the swell of strings
Before the tempest come
I met her at the multiplex
Tried to catch her with a faulty net
Acted like I let her go
Then I wrote a letter home
Mourning all the beauty in my past
That I would never know again
In the center fold, I spit
Givin' up the last bit of her I had to give
Flickering kiss, ravenous lips on a salty neck
Yet, with all due respect to the sentences
I could never end 'em
So I sent 'em where the skeptics live
Bottled at the bottom of the river with the messages
Lesson is:
Objects of affection turn to fetishes
Quick
Awkward in the dark
Thin shark fin, flinch
Blood's thick in the water
Caught a whiff
Lifted up a mirror
Aimed it at her softer parts
Just another trick
That I borrowed from Oliver Hart
Left the theater with a knee jerk
Reaction to the caption
Sayin' Samson, you don't need her
(You don't need her)
Years later and I'm blissfully bald
But every now and then
I get a glimpse of what it's like when pillars fall
(Home-six feet back, reelin', tin can)
(Cut string, taunt red calls from last evening)
No bottom to the feelin'
Merciless bent space
It hurts
That it hurts
To see her face
In the...
Depth of the pain
One wave rippling
Intricate shapes, so complicated
A simple brain would be insane to be sane
When did it start?
(It didn't)
How does it stop?
(It doesn't)
Glad to know I'm doin' all of this for nothin'
I hate how you don't know how much
I hate how you don't know how beautiful
I think you don't think you are
I hate how you don't know how much
I hate how you don't know how beautiful
I think you dont think you are
I hate how you don't know how much
I hate how you don't know how beautiful
I think you don't think you are
I hate how you don't know how much
I hate how you don't know how beautiful
I think you don't think you are
Whatever I was cracked up to be
Might've sucked to me
So I cracked myself up
Whether or not anyone thought it was funny
Touchy feely but allergic to mother earthlings
Depressed by the wonderful number the caged bird sings
(Surfs up)
On the vanishin' coastline
Man who is post-prime
Denies the damages
He's covered in bandages the whole time
He manages to co-sign
The next up and comin' act
Depletes the gold mine front to back
(Suckin' blood)
Pocketin' cash
Under the table
Over the heads...
Of the gullible youth director, collective
No test of leadership
(No truth detector)
Expect resistance
Transitions from playfully crazy to plain old crazy
(Just break the mold maybe)
Nah, I can't hold you, baby
I already told the lady that
If they overpay me
I'll bankroll your laziness
I gotta get a alias that's different
(A new face)
Finally fix the zipper on my suitcase
(Skip to my Lou Farigno)
As I walk down this dusty road
With ripped jeans
Big dreams and inflatable pillow
A brillo notepad for rough sketches and love letters
To faux pas fashionistas with a fascination for ugly sweaters
This correspondence sent directly from the trenches
So it might not reach you 'til after I've served my sentence
If you happen to be married
I'll be happy to kill him for a small fee
Signed
Yours forever and always
Paulie
Don't think
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Don't think
I hate how you don't know how much
I hate how you don't know how beautiful
I think you don't think you are
I hate how you don't know how much
I hate how you don't know how beautiful
I think you dont think you are
I hate how you don't know how much
I hate how you don't know how beautiful
I think you don't think you are
I hate how you don't know how much
I hate how you don't know how beautiful
I think you don't think you are
I hate how you don't know how much
I hate how you don't know how beautiful
I think you don't think you are
I hate how you don't know how much
I hate how you don't know how beautiful
I think you dont think you are