".. meet me on your best behavior, meet me at your worst for there will be no stone unturned
or bubble left to burst.."
or bubble left to burst.."
every day you must say;
"so, how do i feel about my life?"
how dearly i’d love to get carried away.
every day you must say;
"oh, how do i feel about the past?"
every day you must say;
"oh, how do i feel about my shoes?"
i've been roaming around always looking down at all i see.
painted faces fill the places i can't reach.
countless lovers undercover of the street.
off in the night while you live it up i'm off to sleep,
waging wars to shape the poet and the beat.
i tried to do handstands for you.
but everytime i fell for you.
i'm permanently black and blue, permanently blue for you.
i grabbed some frozen strawberries so i could ice your bruising knees.
but frozen things they all unfreeze and now i taste like all those frozen strawberries i used to chill your bruising knees.
hot july ain't no good to me, i'm pink and black and blue.
i got bruises on my knees for you.
and grass stains on my knees for you.
got holes in my new jeans for you.
got pink and black and blue.
for you.