Untitled - April 22, 2001

What would you do on a day like this
where all your dreams were ludicrous
and no one could say I'm sorry,
no guts, no glory.

What would you do on a day like this
where all year was her whine and hiss
and no one could say go away now,
not today, not now.

What would you do with a day like now
the sun's out but you're drownign some how.
There's no hurry
I'll tell you - don't worry.

What would you do with a child like me
who doesn't ack like a typical she,
there's no lurid story
I feel so hurrried.

What would you do with a f**k like me
where there's no shelter,
I don't scream "helter skelter"
there are no welts there.