Fields of Bricks

Grew up in a manhole,
Said I'd never grow old,
If I don't realize,
People with their imagery,
Of what's life and what's deceived,
Daddy, I tried.

Caught up in the contrast,
Tell me what and what won't last,
Maybe I'll be fast,
Maybe I'll try,
Same things make us all say,
Makes us feel okay,
Make us feel right.

Someday I'll be human,
Maybe I'll be yeoman,
Cultivating pride,
It's a city,
And you grew up looking pretty,
Mummy said,
She's alright.

And I've taint,
These gates of Eden,
Shaggy and frayed,
You just got beaten,
And by the way,
I'm losing til heathen,
I'm losing,
Like I should.

Grew up in the suburbs,
Never thought the reverb,
Were coming to this side,
Girls talk and look pretty,
Man try to be witty,
Well some of them try.

I'm lost in the sidewalk,
Hoping that we could talk,
Temporary bride,
False hope,
and stop signs,
Make my own white line,
Still the game's are rough.

I grew up in the city,
Didn't manage to put pity,
On the southern side,
I am the fire,
Insulated wires,
Not really my type.

These fields of bricks,
Are all that I learn from living,
Someday we'll fix the leakage,
Cement the ditch,
Tudors and white horses,
Pavement and trees.

Bard of the concession,
Hoping for a lesson,
For the things he's done,
Sea change and affection,
Freezing in complexion,
Baby wasn't that fun?

I've been told to be quiet,
But you can't turn off the night.