Month: February 1999

it’s not that the morning after
laying there in your arms
isn’t something just
extraordinary

but the call came late
at half past three
and the conversation was confused
yet the request was clearly making it seem
like I was being used

And I’m not that easy
I’m not that slow
I’m not the type to fall over backwards
but here I go

the sweet tenderness deceives
the moment after climax came
with you there holding me
slowly caressing me
whispering sweetheart so sincere
what is this really my dear?

does it matter one way or not
it couldn’t be the winter weather rain
or the lack of company
the way you cock your head and look at me
with your Cheshire Cat grin
what is it about you that causes this connection
which of course is only one way
super novel of false fiction
holding the axe heavy over me

And I’m not that easy
I’m not that slow
I’m not the type to fall over backwards
but here I go
calls come late early morning after closing time
loneliness gets you longing
and looking to phone around
my number, is it the first?
or does it really matter?
when the ring comes through
I jump off that ledge just for you

diving down into something totally unknown
catching my reflection
not knowing who that is in me because
I’m not that easy
I’m not that slow
I’m not the type to fall over backwards
but here I go
there I go

some dim-witted attempt
at being sly
pretending not to have any feelings
never let them see you cry

unless of course that helps you score

it’s all about the image
it’s all about the life style
it’s all about getting the women

you’re just a simple man
nothing more
trying hard not to get attached
avoiding the noose
leaving all the strings
dangling loose
keep them coming back for more
for your personal use
but the facade fades at its edges
it’s frayed
you’ve got fear in those eyes
big and wide

and as much as you try to be stone cold
you just can’t stop feeling
you repeat the phrases over again
convincing yourself you’re no good
saying you’re a bad man
yet the only thing that shows through
that is true
is the total fear you have of what’s in you

yes it hurts
yes it can be bad
but no life is worth anything
if you’re lonesome risking heartache
makes everything exciting
but you’re not grown up enough
I guess
still go off and play
those stupid lonely man games
and I ask you seriously
does fucking all those different women
make you a man
does it make you happy
deep in your soul

yes I know
it’s all about the image
it’s all about the life style
it’s all about getting the women

but is that all you want to be
just some stupid jerk all alone
feeling like dirt
cutting notches in your guitar
counting up the one night stands
well what did I expect
you’re just another
typical male
just another hard on
looking to get laid
you’re a man

what else is there to say

but

it’s all about the image
it’s all about the life style
it’s all about getting the women