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Jul 2016
I’m your neighbor I’ll do you a favor
But I can’t solve all your problems
Leaving town is hard but I started the car
At least summer’s turning to autumn

I don’t mind clouds or music too loud
As long as it’s my stereo playing
It’s the same with my children’s minds
I just need to know they aren’t worrying

I like to complain
I’m good at it
I got the world figured out
But they never listen
Some people aren’t so smart
Even though they think they are
Telling me what they know
Helps them smile in the rain

I have a piano and a bank account
But I wish I could play the guitar
I know a few chords but not enough
It’s easier to carry around in my car

I’m heading some way out of here
But I noticed the sofa seems the same
I left for a while but never did open the door
There’s a way out but it’s not the way I came

I like to smile
I’m good at it
Even if the world won’t
What else can you do
People like to drink
I wish they’d drink with me
There was someone once
But only for a little while

Leaving doesn’t always mean goodbye
The corner booth in Pecos isn’t how I say hello
Being that kind of lonely is not for me
I’ll stay right here and pretend it’s the place to be

I like to smile and complain
I’m good at it
Catch me when the water’s running
That’s the best time
You might think I only like blue skies
But that’s not how life is
That’s why I like clouds
I like things that come back again
Song lyrics
Mark Lecuona
Written by
Mark Lecuona
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