Gregory & The Hawk Everything For Free
without bother i try harder
than running-around-on-you
maybe someday
games that you play
will get old to you, too
i count on my fingers
the things i thought i knew
and sabotage the mirage of our future
cause if i were a winner
like you wanted me to be
then wouldn’t i fix everything for free?
riddle-writing nights have explained
more about you to me
than any lines i’ve drawn from a to b
when i come down
from my seek-around
will you catch me then?
i’m hot as a potato
when i’m out of the oven
watch me, watch me
as i fall from grace
baby, baby will you cover your face?
