Ed Kuepper My Best Interests At Heart
It was the worst and greatest movie
that had ever been made
you were the witness to the crime
the only person from the trade
but you were talking in your sleep
and then the words began to rhyme
the name you whispered in the night
it did not sound a lot like mine
Then I realized my harshest critics can lie
and they don't always have my
best interests at heart
I remember how you used to stare
I sang my off-key songs of love
I always wondered how long
before you turned to smack or god
I was always saying sorry
sending apologies by the lorry
I was never shrewd or canny
It was beneath me I thought
the crowd of well-wishers who form
and want a good slice of you
I didn't want anything
I did not know just what to do
I kept my rage out in a cage
out on the outskirts of the town
it was the only place where it would be
another harmless sound
