The Edge of a Convert

www.unsigned.com/andrewbaer Cohen Wannabe.

You finally found out the reason why
Everything has to learn to die
But I’m still stuck on the question why
You’ve got your sitcoms and blue bottom jeans
To spare you fact and save you fiction
But I’m an artist we live in holes and stare at the sky
And hope it’ll rain wash away the pain
I hope it’ll rain maybe keep me half-sane


She’s standing close now to the edge of a convert
Smoking a cigarette cause Jesus is so far gone
I know it’s hard to shake off the ashes of that city
When you were young it was easy to pretend
Now you’re old and you can’t be loved

You could have saved me had it been a dream
But I’ll just take my blown eyes and wander the face of a world I can’t love

You finally found out the reason why
Everything has to learn to die
But I’m still stuck on the question why
You’ve got your sitcoms and blue bottom jeans
To spare you fact and save you fiction
But I’m an artist we live in holes and stare at the sky
And hope it'll rain wash away my pain

And keep me half sane

But I know it won't