I love the way you think you do no wrong
How you believe you are above the fray
Looking down your nose ready to stab, belittle, ridicule,
Always dressed to the tee, always perfect.
Perfect perfect perfect.
Perfect clothes perfect makeup perfect conversationalist and perfect
charm, if it suits you at that moment.
Well not quite
I can say to anything
But there are still dreams
And sealed hope
Are only clipped
They seem beautiful
As if they are holding onto the magic -
Mystery children know first,
And adults thirst for
When the days isn't done
Or about to come
The moon is stuck in between
Holding the spell for freedom
Our wings struggle
Because we want more
Not quite sure
What that is yet
The boy loved his dog,
He loved him a lot.
His name was Quite Easy,
He was covered with spot.
But to the boy’s sad sad demise,
His good old dog was nothing but lies.
For the day that Quite Easy finally died,
The boy saw he was merely a cat in disguise…