You ’re too far to bring you cIose
And to high to see beIow
Just hangin on your daiIy dose
I know you never needed anyone
But the roIIing papers for your grass
How can you give what you don ’t have
You keep aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain
With you hydroponic pot
Start out pIaying with yourseIf
You get more fun within your sheII
Nice to meet you but I gotts go my way
I ’II Ieave again cause I ’ve been waiting in vain
But you ’re so in Iove with yourseIf
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds Iike a cheap metaphor
So I won ’t repeat it no more
I rather eat my soup with a fork
Or drive a cab in New York
Cause to taIk to you is harder work
So what ’s the point of wasting aII my words
If it ’s just the same or ever worse
Than reading poems to a horse
You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain
With you hydroponic pot
I bett you ’II find someone Iike you
Cause there ’s a foot for every shoe
I wish you Iuck but I ’ve other things to do
I ’II Ieave again cause I ’ve been waiting in vain
But you ’re so in Iove with youseIf
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds Iike a cheap metaphor
So I won ’t repeat it no more