Sangtekst: Cute Is What We Aim For. Lyrical Lies.

A old man gave me a tip he said
?Don?t waste your time with politics?, he said
?Just chase skirts instead
And life is too short, and your almost dead,? he said

?I met a woman once, gave her my best shot
But never did I talk, talk and talk
If I had her back I?d be as real as my age
I so don?t blame them, I wouldn?t do the same
But I can blame them, I?d sing her this?

And you want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesn?t fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear, get a grip

And I think what I just wrote is going over my head
I?m stealing lines from myself
And what I said was never said
It's just a lyrical lie, made up in my mind

You want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesn?t fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear, get a grip

You?re moving but not aware
You?re drowsy without a care
Except keeping your whites behind your lids
And your lids are your best canvas

I can only imagine what you're painting, what you're painting
And your body on my mattress is proof
And your makeup on your pillow is proof
But do you think I am telling you the truth?

It's just a lyrical lie, made up in my mind

And you want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesn?t fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear, get a grip

And you want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesn?t fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear, get a grip