It rolls and rumbles out of you
Like you don’t understand the fuss
But you do, ‘cause you feel the buzz
For it holds your curves and your nerves
Connects you to the low frequency
Keeping you off the high wire
And that damned freaky ass moon
Tells it like it is,
Especially when what it is
Is hard to tell
Holds you motionless while you’re moving
Cries at movies, laughs at crying
It’s a hum that extends out to your fingers
It’s that touch you have that lingers
Oh, don’t get it wrong it can sing a bad song
Blurts at the wrong moment
Flirts with the wrong moment
Wears a queer color of eyeshadow
Can even be downright shallow
It’s that smudge you’re marked with
Can even throw a big, juicy, fat fit
But it’ll dig down with you for the long term, the big view
It says,
“If I were you, you’d be me
We’re made for each other, you see”
It’s in your pocket like lint
You had better get used to it
So, give it all the love you’ve got
For it’s in the shape of you, is it not?
