We were crossing the street/You said it was yours/The parks, avenues, and alleyways/You told me true love/Is a sense of place
I wrote it down/It’s my career/Those are my words between the advertisements/ I’m the substance beyond the veneer.
I’m like you/ Owing reality seven payments/Are we so different/Should you judge/My artistic estrangement
You cute little romantic/You said I stole/Do you deserve a merit badge/For trying to fill you soul’s hole.
I guess I wouldn’t need to keep you honest/If you didn’t have to hate my existence/As an inconvenience to your passion play/ You’re the kind of person who tells someone to go/When you want to beg them to stay/