Can You See the Hard Helmet on My Head

Do you see the hard

helmet on my head...

totally unscarred

serves protection for my head



but I don't believe

everything I read...



one that makes them warm

don't ever lose any of your god-given charm

they believe you were sweet

but you could never pull that one on me



'cause I still recall

in no time at all

you went from being so out of control

to snuffin out the rock that beats



that's why I thought this was so neat

someplace to go where I felt so all-at-ease

no need to write, no need to call

there's no one to see

there's no you, no me

no need to be anything at all...



blood pours out of the walls

fills up beside the clothes in my dresser drawers

wish I was quicker on the draw