What fish on a fishhook
And dead at the stroke of four
What more do you want from me?
I can't quote any poetry
I can't see the future in the stars
Never studied astrology
You can tell me what you need
But these days I never even dream
I can't live on the edges or stay in the middle
Maybe tis better to scribble you away
The view is far from my looking glass
Through the window of a jail
I see poison on sale at four
What more could I give to you?
Maybe you should make do
I can't invent ancient love songs
Though I might be overdue
You can chase and still pursue
But these days I'm never really true
I'll hurt you, yes, but it's me I'll cripple
I just can't forget and scribble you away
I don't know where the currents go
Never studied the river's overflow
And you can keep on in pursuit
I have no taboos to do with you
Or anyone or anything I do
I won't be true
You, forget me, if you can
We both won't ever understand
I've only begun to hurt a little
So should I start to scribble you away?
And you erasing with looks debasing
Probably won't keep on chasing
You had your time, and we were brittle
But harder than I thought to scribble away