maybe a math problem
if A is to B
what B is to C
then what will you
be to i
if greatness on paper
is a hopeless caper
then I will excuse you
while you kiss the sky
if truces of truth
grit teeth and despair
contain answers in hotels
or franchised juice
then why is there always
fear in the air
tell me baby
what have you got to lose
maybe we are not
destined for fame
to own and to scorn
saving precious face
but after your family
is let in the game
there is no grace
but your own grace
so allow me this
one error to make
even though it may seem
to be untrue
two plus two baby
in the bitter end
are not three four or five
but just good old two
so now broke and alone
i am singing again
perspiring jealous
anxious and tired
to the very bitter
ignominous end
i would rather be simply loved
than admired
but i guess all this mess
needs some higher math
where D will protect
and F understand
two plus two equals five
for the happier path
loud and clear
to silly old I in the end
if traces of truth
and lost time and despair
contain answers
in alarm clocks or poetic debts
let there be
no more lies or fear
in the air
baby let there be no more regrets
if A is to B
what B is to C
is as clearly cliché
as U to I
then loving you
i will set you free
and excuse you
while you kiss the sky