The Genius I Was
Rainmates forever
You and me
Soaked to the skin
Dead waist down, on the evidence
We’re guilty as sin
You dress like a letter delivered to the wrong
Address and name
Scented and a ribboned with a bow
You burst into flame
And what’s inside is not really mine
Help me open up
When we’re outside
We are the tufted race and we just graze
When I think of you it’s as the genius I was
The expert who’s dog did all the work
When x marked the spot
In the field, the fool that I am
Help me open up
I was ploughed
You want me to milk my time
But I just graze
And what’s inside is not really mine
Help me open up
When we’re outside
We are the tufteed race and we just graze
