I�m not artsy, I�m not folky, I�m not the slightest bit lonely
I�m not well-read, I�m not well-put, but there�s something burning in my gut
I�m mad at someone, I�m mad at someone
Of who I am not sure but I�d like a little more
I love to talk but I�m lazy, maybe a little but crazy
For a girl that would subscribe to me, and all the possibilities
That I was sincere, and I was sincere
I�m not a poet, nor a prophet, though I dream from time to time
I�m an artist of illusion, and I sketch a strange design
So don�t pay me with respect, just pay me with attention
And when I bounce a check, don�t forget that I had mentioned that
I�m mad at someone, I�m mad at someone
I�m not empty, in fact I�m full of it
It�s this long term equation that will lead me to admit.... that I quit
I�m not a poet, nor a prophet, though I dream from time to time
I�m an artist of illusion, and I sketch a strange design
So don�t pay me with respect, just pay me with attention
And when I bounce a check, don�t forget that I had mentioned that
I�m mad at someone, I�m mad at someone
I�m not artsy, I�m not folky, I�m not the slightest bit lonely
I�m not well-read, I�m not well-put, but there�s something burning in my gut
I�m mad at someone, I�m mad at someone
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