Stop hunting
don't keep falling for the old ruse...

There are people out there
who live on ideas...

You mystify me.
And it just chaps my ass that you're leaving town...

There are little hearts in both of my eyes,
Staring at boy-shorts busy with the toil...

There go the moments
that cannot be held on to...

Sometimes,
When I'm not preoccupied...

If you let the parts open
people will see in...

Ask grandma
what the man saw...