In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Thursday, September 1, 2016
fine
I will not cry
I will not wipe my eyes
I don't need Kleenex
everything is perfectly dry
look
my nose ain't runny
my feet ain't clay
I may look funny
but it's all okay
I'll tell you one last time
I'm fine
I will not lie
I'm not that kind of guy
I passed the test
of loneliness
and my marks were pretty high
I don't need nobody
you know it's true
if I needed somebody
it wouldn't be you
don't ask what's on my mind
I'm fine
I will not trust you
you ain't making me
I think that maybe
you've forsaken me
I look around
and I can plainly see
my sanity
may need to be questioned
and did I mention
I quit taking my pills
so I'll say goodbye
I'm going home and getting high
I'm just like a eagle, baby
and I gotta fly
far away from here
far as I can see
learning to disappear
is my fantasy
I think I know my own mind
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
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