Smoke Away

And so the ballad begins, in late and dreary times
And all that was and had been, was in the mind.
He thought of her disrobed and so she promised just the same
But what of conscious living could have taught him such a thing?

I know the he is me so just before you psychoanalyze
Just let me tell you of my story and if you don’t take it apart, sympathize.

All my life I’ve dreamed of one who’s perfect in every way,
Beautiful eyes, kissable lips and hips, not big but enough to sway.
This came to me but once and she deserted me as fast she could
When I thought I built a love on steel, it turned out to be driftwood.

Others I’ve had and beautiful to, in every kind of way
Ones who’ve loved and ones who thought and all were focused on foreplay.
I’m tired of the shrew and I have no need for the mole,
If you aren’t going to follow through, you might as well hide in a hole.

It’s blasphemy, the life I’ve lived because I'm definitely an idolater
But women are my idols and it’s hard not to be a follower.
My god it seems each time I’m up, I so quickly come crashing down
And what man cares for another enough to hear when I hit the ground.

Impetuous, blind, lame and dumb
Preposterous, gregarious, self-absorbed, but fun-
Contemptuous, rude, hateful or loathing
It began just getting a beauty out of her clothing.

Now there’s an art and now I must restrict myself
Instead of embracing heaven I’ve seemed to have gone to hell
And it’s not as if I wasn’t expecting getting here
I’ve done my best to be bad and I’ve done it all year

I’ve not crossed my t’s and fuck dotting my I’s
And I’m punished with a girl who hates me and has mammoth thighs
My friends are all posers, my parents are lame
And all this displaced hatred, leaves me with only my self to blame.

I will go crazy and I will lose my mind,
Acting without knowing, is kind of like being blind.

So to end my story well, there really is no point,
For all of you who are happy, go to hell and let me smoke my joint.