Psychosomatic

Based on a close friend of mine. Written: 4.29.11

Unable to look, unable to work

One foot in front of the other, thank you Sir, may I have another?

The simplest of things, always left unseen

He must be stupid, he must be lucid

Or is he psychotic & nurotic?

One way or another, he just can't get get along with his mother

In one ear & out the other, no wonder he lost his lover

He may be sick, always acting like a dick.

What happened to the goodboy, the one always full of joy?

What happened to him, now he's always so grim

I think he's dying but we all know he could be lying

Look at the stars tonight, wonders if he will be alright

He knows his mother doesn't care, she is totally unaware

Completely in the red, it's a wonder he isn't dead

He won't forgive, he won't forget

Even at birth he was a regret.