Sit there while I think of a song

2011-04-25

Sit there while I think of a song

wondering all the while

of how I must have done you wrong

There’s something in your touch

that seems to be pulling away

I think something is wrong with my ears

I can’t believe what you’re saying

My sight must need correction

Your eyes are throwing daggers

My mind is confused

There must be something wrong with me

I think there’s still beer in me

I’m not sure what’s inside of you

I’m not bitter

but that brew may be consuming me

thinking nothing but unkind thoughts

muttering and sputtering

ruin upon your soul

The rhythm of a certain song

swerves and unnerves

righting certain wrongs

But music is only so forgiving

and lyrics are known

to eviscerate unsuspecting foes