The truth is you grew
on me like a benign tumor
And I am hoping a certain rumor
is just another rumor.
I cannot imagine another year of absence
Still I will have to live the unimaginable
If these barriers are everlasting.
You’ll probably fare better without me
than I without you
Who am I
without you
another guy
without a clue.
I would like to do
whatever you want to do
But I have my own ideas too
Like going to the zoo – once it gets warmer.
How I treat women is not what you hear in the songs
I was cliche in two ways, violence and misogyny – I can get along
I would like to hold your hand as we walk past a painting
and approach a new painting – and then a new painting
And so on, I was so wrong, but hold on
I can flow on and grow on you benignly
No label will ever sign me – that much is true
But I was thinking maybe…I could be signed to you