belle

swinging from vine to vine
trying to make sense of it all
i know i have my vices
she looks at them so cleverly

our heads don't turn like they should
away we are, so different
i look at you when I see Queen and Prince
you just don't understand me

misunderstood
left hanging on the phone
you left indeed
i tried to hang on

CUT the vines
i fall down like a man monkey boy
then off to work
to try and make something of myself

a slug
a roach
a turnip
a date
a plum
a tomato

you were good to me
it meant a lot
being in the moment
just a drunk

you live your life
seven more than me
i'm on my 9th life
i hope you "digged" me