My Thoughts Were Childish And Mere…Stupid S____, Like, “She’s So Damn Fine”
But Fine Is What Got My Ass In Trouble The First, Second, Third, Fourth And Last Time
Each Day I Spend More Time Trying To Fathom What Happened And Why
I’m Just As Lost And Feeble As You Look When You Cry
When My Feet Hit The Floor, I Hit The Alarm Button
Washed Some Thangs, Combed And Brushed Others
Looked In The Mirror After Slipping Into Whatever Clothes
Just Some Slacks, A Simple Shirt, Comfy Shoes–No Pantyhose
They Would Just Hold Me Down, Keep Me Pinching And Pulling
Adjusting The Waistline
Like How You Adjusted The Complex Truth To Tell Basic Lies
I’m Ready For My Day To Start And My Thoughts To End
Can’t Do This Anymore, Gonna Do Me Instead
If Not, I’ll Settle For Gettin’ Done In
Then Again, Fuck That…No More “You Win”
I’m Sinking My Feet Into My Favorite Shoes
Not Only Do They Compliment My Attire
But They Have The Coolest Design On The Bottom
Your Memory, Your Face And Your Name