circa ninety-five

Hey (When the boys get together we crank out the hits Even though it kinda sounds like shit) I wrote a poem this morning from your point of view And should've known how stormy the day would turn into The rain seemed to fall With shriveled up scrotum The woman wants to know just how I'm coping Hey well I'm not Every crow in the city has gathered on the block I paint my self a portrait while stalking with the hawk The rain seemed to fall With beaks wide open Any pain involved gets washed away The woman wants to know how delirious I am Could you be loved in this life? Now I'm woke, enlightened And not so goddamn frightened Everything known forever Has smattered across my brain I paint my self a portrait - it always turns out blank The rain seemed to fall With beaks wide open Any pain involved gets washed away Woman wants to know how delirious I am Could you be loved Could you be loved Could you be loved