Literally
Grinding away to make ends meet
Literally
Colander's for hands and trying to get 35 years of diarrhea into a pile
I wasn't long term material and I'm still not
You may not be either
Do your dope dance with Mr. Right Now
I'll tell you how beautiful you look while you do it
Mouth full of shit and my gums are bleeding from all the brushing
But my breath is still short of smelling like roses
You're just short and not extending invitations
So I sit here watching the sun set
Imagining its your eyes
Bright eyes and a plan
But a plan is a list of things that doesn't happen
What happens is life
Pulling up my big boy pants
But they're cut offs I made myself
And they don't quite cover the scars on my shins
The ones I got while drunkenly tripping through life
An uneven road got me here
Trying to pick between the dinner and the luncheon fork in the road
It doesn't really matter though
Breakfast is a lonely occasion
Listening to birds sing
When all I want to do is hear your voice say my name
But don't call me "Big Poppa"
You're not a virgin and neither am I so there's nothing getting popped
Truth
It's in the eye of the beholder and I'm not holding you
I'm not holding you back or pushing you forward
That goes both ways
Kind of like a script or a coin
They can be flipped
Just like the light switch that controls your attention
It's one of those fancy motion detecting ones
I guess I need to do a dope dance of my own
Maybe then I'll see a light bulb
For now it's nose to the grindstone
Literally
Grinding away to make ends meet
Literally
Maybe we can meet in the middle
Throw some glue on things
See if they stick
Stick around longer than the future
Which is as clear as mud
Oddly there's a stick in the mud
But it's not you or me
It's fear and excuses
What a dynamic duo
Quite a team
That's what we could be
But you're there and I'm here
So take a picture
They call them "chem trails"
People going places we've never seen
And that's their past floating in the sky
Showing us what we could be
But my nose is pointed at the grindstone
Literally
I'm just grinding away trying to make ends meet
But ends is plural
I'm one and you're the other
Call me crazy or call me creepy
I'll always get a "D" for effort
But "D" is for "determined"
So I watch for you in The Dreamworld
Where I run around with no pants
Because I made my own cut offs
Remember
Remember me when you need to hear how beautiful you are while you do your dope dance with Mr. Right Now
I'll keep my nose to the grindstone
Literally
And I'll keep grinding away to make ends meet
Literally
