You Shouldn't Have



Without fail and without reason at my expense it's open season
and suddenly you disappear. Investing all my interest in your faith in fear.

You'll be missing Mister Misanthrope when they find me at the end of the rope of society
don't know what will become of me.
Now that my heads up from the sand I know now that you shouldn't have.
No, no. You shouldn't have gone.

I've delt with the likes of the enigmatic, bipolar and even spastic
and all the therapy still wont recover me because I lit the burning bush beneath the Bodhi Tree.

Sparks will fly and burst in clusters. A transcendental filibuster.
I'd say it's safe to say that when they fade away
you'll be banking on tomorrow like theres no today.

Alpha jerk knee jerk reaction. I cant get me no satisfaction.
In my face instead of mace I want to see someone who fills the air with grace.
All this time I've been playing possum now take a whiff of my awesome blossom and let me know if love can grow.
After all this time you still don't know now that you shouldn't have.
No, no no. You shouldn't have gone.

How long? How long can this go on?

If we fail we must come to reason it's time to thaw out whats been freezing. In a squeeze fall to your knees and pray to a God who only fulfills fantasies.

If by chance your chant is ecstatic with a priest that wears a habit. Your covers blown when they find the bone that was buried in your backyard when you were not home.

All this talk of your Dharma Karma and his hydroponic marijuana.
In a cloud or under a shroud ever monk that has the funk gets drunk and talks too loud.

And if you can fit your foot into your mouth I'll be preparing to be heading south of all the struggling and all the humbling. I find it fair beyond the air of one less breath I sing

Once you sift through all the politics and you find an argument that sticks, well than truth be told if there's one thing I know I've told you twice and you still don't know that you shouldn't have. No no no you shouldn't have gone.

How long? How long can this go on?

Solitary soul sister and her forgotten little mister. Took too long to find the reasons why.

How long before your hips get hip? Too soon before you say let's quit. I feel it down my back and in my thighs.

Supersonic Perk-o-later. If your lucky now I'll funk you later.
You're gonna wish you never said goodbye.

Strawberry purple feather. Come to me for instant pleasure.
We could build a rainbow if we try.


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