Yeah I ducked behind a trashcan When I saw you coming, I didn't have the words and I knew I couldn't stomach The way your eyes gather shape in mine Without the words that I needed to say to you. What you're looking for you won't find in me, There's no sense of love Or human poetry, Just a blackened fist of ashes in the corner of a trashcan That I'm ducking behind. I'm always saying something stupid, Like "I'm not John Berryman, I'm stupid" Or "I'm not Solzhenitsyn, I am stupid," And it's a waste of time. Because it's stupid To fetch for something fake but fairly striking The world cut out their eyes Replaced with dollar signs, Sizer than sizeway lines, And we're mired in slant rhymes. And so we say That there's nothing to say. All the silence and the horror sidle up along the boredom With their stupid rhymes. Why can't we say What we're meaning to say? Oh, I swamp with potential And I know I'll find the words I need to say to you. Yeah I swamp with potential But I'm always just singing these stupid fucking rhymes.