Oh Yes - Intellectual

*(Incomplete, need help with spoke word poem toward end)

I'm sorry I dropped you, I'm sorry I did

Black eyes and blue jeans in the garden

At the edge of Summer

I don't want to lose ya

But you're making it hard, so hard

With nothing to cling to

You're out on your own

Ageless at the bottom of the garden

At the edge of Summer

I don't want to lose ya

But you're making me try, so hard

This is a warning

For everyone who feels like

They're living with their eyes shut

Tripping over eggshells

And trying their best

This is a warning

I watch how the sun moves

When it comes in too close

I sat at the bottom of the garden

At the edge of Summer

I don't want to lose ya

But you're making me try, so hard

This is a warning

For everyone who feels like

They're living with their eyes shut

Tripping over eggshells

And trying their best

This is a warning

[If the sun didn't set today

Would tomorrow still be yesterday?

I wrote a Hemingway along your spine, it read profanity

Biro pens that I wrote poems with

I swallowed so they'd never tell my secret, sweet and very strange

I was never raised properly just a sloppy man of profit with a lot to say

Fought a tongue that might have knocked his head

The laughing spot as if I hid

The curried chicken - the only thing in the loads of villages

I filled with facts and think of Saturday known scribbled in ink

Provided that they were known to make clearly and Metallica one time

I never cared about the music and said I never would]

When the Summer is over

We had nothing to show

Black eyes in the garden

For everyone who feels like

They're living with their eyes shut

Tripping over eggshells

And trying their best

This is a warning

For everyone who feels like

They're living with their eyes shut

Tripping over eggshells

And trying their best

When the Summer was over

We had nothing to show

Black eyes in the garden

And no where to go