the salesman

I am a snake oil salesman
Knocking at your door
I peddle personal disaster
For your love and approval
Take me in for just one night
My tragedies make your heart sing
But as the morning sun casts black and white
Shadowed strips flung carelessly across your naked rest
I'll swear to anything above that my warmth will be missed
Some consider it whirlwind romance
I consider myself a breeze
Blowing fast and smooth to calm your mood
Pain once tattoed now twice removed,
pinned proudly to my sleeve.

Some cast me as a schiester,
A pawn of lifs grand scheme
Pledge my heart as true,
Attempts to move you closer to my sheets
My mind uncouth, yet quite refined
Damned what they say,
I've paved my way
To make such trauma known
And set a course to travel west,
To make my story known

Never percieved to be the leader,
Reserved in my dissent
But the kids they sing and weep along,
As the guitar pulcks your heart strings
I hear her shout "come back!"
I think we all feel the same, I guess
But the nights are just so lonely, the fans they have to leave
There is schooling in the morning
Dire attempts to hold control
The big girls stay to party, I guess education falied,
they're just another number, and just another face
In my sleep, I dream, I pray aloud
That the words I sang have struck young minds
If I've gotten through to help your soul
With the feelings once I had withheld,
I've done my part I've lit some spark
The lonely nights seem worth it
For paris looms in agony
she screams to me "come back!"

I wandered across the country in search of my love
But primal instincts
Drive me to style
That some call fuck and love
"You've gotta sink to swim"
Words etched across my chest
Scrawled cursive in my blood
But swimming's just too painful now
I think somedays I'd just rather drown
But if drowning was to fall in love
I'd welcome death in
You are
The yellow bird
That broke Conor's heart and drove him to sing
Don't set me free
Pease keep my feet planted to the ground
So firmly with a home and families
And now my tales they sing of two

My lot in life was travel
I've grown so tired instead
I'll smoke a cigarette in downtown France
We'll swear we're in love
So buy my oils
And hear my tale
And I swear I'll leave my heart
On your nightstand...