I don't believe you ever could be
So like those men around you.
So hungry.
I don't believe you ever think about it
But you remember words like they were more than music.
I don't believe you could ever be that way
Addicted to the pleasure, the things that people say.
I wrote this poem for you on your birthday,
Your mother read the poem
And said it couldn't be you
Nothing so beautiful
Could come from something I made.
I don't believe you.
I don't believe you
You hear your mother cry
I wish that I could die
I wish that you would die too
So I could play outside
I could be free with you.
I don't believe you.
I don't believe you need to think about it
But you remember words like they were more than music.
You hear the words I'm speaking as more than poetry.