under a mountain

never a heaven an age old question

written from a cold place

i feel sour i need a shower

or just a slap in the face

circumstance has left romance

and a puzzle in front of me

who knows the ending

if the truth need

bending

a lie is the tool that you'll need

so i'm under a mountain

stuck to this mattress

perfume and valium

what makes a sunday different from monday

could be a look in her eyes

in need of flattery she changes batteries

so that her light will shine

the words she utters either so flows or

stutters

they're either silly or wise

anger with concern

but never to yearn

only to be by your side

lay down with number 13

its a cold gray shame