Nonfiction

I don't know my telephone number
But you kiss good and I'd like to see you tomorrow
I don't beg, babe, I pay, I don't barter
And if we had a child, I'd like a son, not a daughter

No, she'd be just like you
You know that will not do

I'm no builder, I'm no gardener
I sing some songs, have a friend who's a photographer
There ain't no other language I know how to speak
Some like their water shallow, I like mine deep

So very deep
Tied to the bottom
With a noose around my feet

[Chorus]
Clouds conspire
Above my head
I overheard them
Say, "I wish he was dead."

Today the sunset
It burned my eyes
And in the next room
I hear someone cry

See
I like to dress up like the jury
To eat like a king, to poke fun at the clergy
Talk like dirt, to love you like tar
But never fall in too fast with my, my north star

No no no no no
While you pull your hair out
I buy the drinks at the bar

[Chorus]
Clouds conspire
Above my head
I overheard them, what'd they say?
Say, "I wish he was dead."

Today the sunset
It burned my eyes
And in the next room
I hear someone cry