Faceless, figureless, fuck

Disillusioned, mass Confucianism is just my luck

Secretive, seductive, adrenaline rush

Holy shit, my zipper is stuck

Washed my hands, grabbed a mint

Talked existentialism with the Hungarian washroom attendant

Walked around for an inconspicuous, unobstructed view

Found a clearing, my heart was bleeding, the chair was leaning

You listened, you cared

I never felt scared

I saw your scars, you saw mine

We laughed, we cried, we fantasized

You were my funny valentine

So strip for me baby

Scratch off the surface to reveal the depth of your soul

Sit in my lap, order a shot, blow some smoke

Politely walk away when the money dries up

Down here it’s hard to see your face

it’s hard to see the truth

Down here it’s hard for me to trace

how it all came unglued

The artful dancer smacks her ass

Her nipples just 2 inches or so from my face

Torn between sadness and this gnawing feeling

Instead of making eye contact I stare at the ceiling

I’m looking through you staring at me

Your voice, your soft hands

Both eloquently suggest

Is this the way it has to be

I’d like to take you home, get you out of this place

But my life’s a shambles, I’m the wreck

It’s my life that needs saving

Is there anything you can recommend to satisfy this craving?

I want to draw a sympathetic disfigured portrait of who you are

But your wisdom shines through, emanates your pores

So, I’m the one searching for more

More meaning, More answers, More cancer

The soundtrack of my life

Hey, I’ve got the new stereophonic, deluxe four kids, four dogs and a wife!

If I had read your lips, taken your advice

I would have seen it coming, mid-life crisis.

Down here it’s easy to be amused

forget the past

draw a smiley happy face

Down here it’s easy to be abused

forget the future

have regrets

Down here we are all looking for answers

Looking for escape

Talking to you is easier than talking to God

Please get me out of this place!