'a real bittersweet symphony' 

i wasn't inventing love always
or say what a fool i am
on a bus
in a line
stoned drunk
saying to my lovers that i can swim
or i can't swim
at least not long enough to survive a flood
or an ocean
or drown down to the bottom of my ass washing
look at my punched face
broken sniffer and smile
i see
you again
or i kiss you
again
or i
smoke cigarettes again
like i am dying
like i am standing still
or to know
what you want to say to me
if anything
something wrong is
or there is this great ironic lyirc
smoothing out my nice button shirts
like my knives
my stop lights
my man of my dreams
i don't think about dying sometimes
you make me
float
down a river