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May 24, 2007
3:56 AM
maybe a math problem
To MLP

if A is to B
what B is to C
then what will you
be to i

if greatness on paper
is a hopeless caper
then I will excuse you
while you kiss the sky

if truces of truth
grit teeth and despair
contain answers in hotels
or franchised juice

then why is there always
fear in the air
tell me baby
what have you got to lose

maybe we are not
destined for fame
to own and to scorn
saving precious face

but after your family
is let in the game
there is no grace
but your own grace

so allow me this
one error to make
even though it may seem
to be untrue

two plus two baby
in the bitter end
are not three four or five
but just good old two

so now  broke and alone
i am singing again
perspiring  jealous
anxious and tired

to the very bitter
ignominous end
i would rather be simply loved
than admired

but i guess all this mess
needs some higher math
where D will protect
and F understand

two plus two equals five
for the happier path
loud and clear
to silly old I in the end

if traces of truth
and lost time and despair
contain answers
in alarm clocks or poetic debts

let there be
no more lies or fear
in the air
baby let there be no more regrets

if A is to B
what B is to C
is as clearly cliché
as U to I

then loving you
i will set you free
and excuse you
while you kiss the sky