Innuendos

Yeah, you changed out of me

As one would change to a new pair of shoes

And I see the fashions changing with the seasons

And no, love is not immune

With a hat in my hand I'm standing naked

Show what little you will lose

But there are no hard feelings

I'm outgrowing

My own style too



There are birds in the front yard

I feed them breadcrumbs from my bathrobe

In the morning

I stand admiring the colors

How is it you...you get to keep

What you are born in?

But of course that's just your nature

As is mine to cover up my points of origin

Oh, but there are no hard feelings

Fly away

I resign myself to the pavement



The only thing concealed

Is that there's nothing to conceal

It's the bluff that structures everything

You were sleeping behind the wheel

But if you want to strip it down

Want to pare that apple peel

You'll see you wanted some love

And just a measure of



Violent

Sex

Appeal



I am driving when out of nowhere

A madman nearly separates me from all my sorrows

And in that moment I could have murdered

Had a gun availed itself in my lapse of morals

But then he pulls up to me and says

I am sorry, man, that was altogether my fault

I stop. I say there are no hard feelings, of course

Only soft ones - likely gone by tomorrow