Corrugated Tin Facade - Buck 65

Look at this mess

He thought he was cheatin' God

She leaves in the autumn

His face like a beaten dog

Now he's become everything

that you hate

He's just in time to be too late

His friends are like snowflakes

His lies are confessions

Behold the old man

And his ruined possessions

He can't play guitar

but he does try very hard

Pens from hotel rooms old library card

Photos and whatnots blood

in his boots

Sun in his eyes an achor

instead of roots

Clocks on every wall fish in the ocean

Solitude faith suspicion commotion

The whole in his stomach tastes

like words

He dreams

and imagines his face like hers

He knows he can't live

without his greatest fears

And nothing's more beautiful than

A woman's tears

Cardboard boxes full of regrets

He feeds his remorse

like you feed your pets

Voices in his head that all

said live a day but

The look in his eyes

makes him a dead giveaway

The bough that he breaks

the line that he draws

He fell in love with the ugliness

that nobody saw

As close as he came

as far as he stood

He loved her with his mouth

as hard as he could

Most people change

when they enter the door

They walk home from work

and remember the war

He's digging a ditch

and spent the day piling

Dirt until it hurt

and went away smiling

Alone and heartbroken

just the way he likes it

Only the loneliness

knows him wholly

And nothing seems to work

wrong everywhere

He watches her brushing

her long heavy hair