Picasso Gotcha Down

Heuser/Pierce

There's someone in my ceiling at night
And I want to help her
I want to tell her all about my youth

But something in the way her hair's tied
She's not about to stay
I've got no cards to play when her belly is full

And it seems
That the sum of her dreams
Was less than a scene with her lover

I see her shoulder's sullen sinking
And I want to help her
Don't want to sell her any one of my friends

But she just asks what I'm drinking
And goes off to get herself the same
And though I'm circling the drain I'll follow her
Round the bender

Oh the tempest
Oh the soft and metal ground

And I know that I don't say what I'm thinking
I know that I'm just a flimsy old fool

And when you see you're not Picasso
When your excitement fades
Passing the time plays no marching snare for you

And when you back breaks from laughter
When your smile shines with spite
For every whisper-ridden night that normally haunts you

Write it in gemstone
Put it where it can breathe

I know that I don't say what I'm thinking
I know that I'm just a flimsy old fool