Sometimes I guess I do
Tend to rattle on
Sometimes I don't know why
Sometimes I realize and still
I do nothing about it
Sometimes I miss her
Like a drowning man misse the air
Sometimes I want to love again
But I am afraid of getting hurt again
Sometimes I'll sit and peer off into nowhere
Or have a cup of coffee an a cigarette
Sometimes I'm the life of the party
At others I'm extremely shy
Sometimes I feel like being surly
Sometimes I rhue the fact of where I am
Sometimes I write stupid little lines like these
Sometimes I look at a blank page and seer
Ok, I guess I'm just rambling
Hell, I don't even know what I'm trying to say
If I was gone tomorrow
Would anyone remember what I said anyway?
1993