You thought I was a poor poet
The first time that we met,
Upset to discover
The catastrophe of success
As soon as you walked in
You knew there was something wrong
Something has to give here
Someone
A poor poet has to lose it
Sell his soul for a song
Possessed and dispossessed
Before - to long
But what they never told you
Is you would pay the price
Abandoned so I could recover
My voice
For a poet is born
Of things that are not
From losses not from profits
And you were the cost.
You thought I was a poor poet
The first time that we met
Upset to discover
The catastrophe of success
You can't buy truth
You can't buy love
You can't buy this
But maybe you can earn it.
