I have a friend, hes mostly made of pain

He wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again

He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper

I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover

And I tried to tell him that he had a sense

Of color and composition so magnificent

And he said thank you, please, but your flattery

It is truly not becoming me

Your eyes are poor, youre blind, you see

No beauty ever could have come from me

Im a waste

Of breath, of space, of time



I knew a woman she was dignified and true

Her love for her man was one of her many virtues

Until one day she found out that he had lied

And decided the rest of her life from that point on would be a lie

She was grateful for everything that had happened

And she was anxious for all that would come next

But then she wept, what did you expect

In that big old house with the car she kept

Such is life, she often said

With one day leading to the next

You get a little closer to your death

Which was fine with her, she never got upset

And with all the days she may have left

She would never clean another mess

Or fold his shirts, or look her best

She was free

To waste away alone



Last night my brother, he got drunk and drove

And this cop, he pulled him off to the side of the road

And he said officer, officer, youve got the wrong man

No, no, Im a student of medicine, a son of a banker, you dont understand

The cop said No one got hurt, you should be thankful

And your carelessness, it is something awful

And no I cant just let you go

And though your fathers name is known

Your decisions now are yours alone

Youre nothing but a stepping stone on a path

To debt, to loss, to shame



The last few months Ive b