diary

How do you do? I am a lost boy
I was sent for you to enjoy
My brain is tasty 'cause I like to read
My body’s honey fed and set to bleed
Show no mercy
I don’t need it
How do you do? This is the worst-case scenario
This is the last place you wanna go
Don’t wanna lose face
My charter member of the rat race
Show no mercy
Not yet, anyway
I don’t want to show up in your poetry
Your dirty mind or dirtier dreams
I can see where this is heading
And I suspect that all you really want from me
Is kindling for your diary
I was alive in the '70s
Grew up with muscrat love and baby tees
Star Wars was cool but damnit won’t you please
Save me from my disco miseries?
You can’t make me
Shake nothing, no, no, no, no
I don’t want to show up in your poetry
Your dirty mind or dirtier dreams
I can see where this is heading
And I suspect that all you really want from me
Is kindling for your diary
What you, were you, when you, why you?
Won’t you let me slide right by you?
What you, were you, when you, why you?
Why won’t you let me slide right by you?
What you, were you, when you, why you?
Why won’t you let me slide right by you?
What you, were you, when you, weren’t you?
Why won’t you let me slide right by you?
Won’t you let me slide right by you?
Slide right by you, hey hey hey
I don’t want to show up in your poetry
Your dirty mind or dirtier dreams
I can see where this is heading
And I suspect that all you really want from me
Is kindling for your diary