You're just too, too obscure for me Oh, you don't really get through to me And there's no need for you to talk that way Is there any less pessimistic things to say?
Do you like Paul Verlaine? Is it gonna rain today? Shall we have our photo taken? We'll look like Death and The Maiden
I still choose to lose the way I like Fool around, split my lungs out of spite But I won't reject so long as you make sense But I'm through with the rooms and vague intentions
You shouldn't talk to me Find better company There's better people to know You'll only end up like Rimbaud Get shot by