Before You Go

A question of import before you go
if you do judge yourself up to the task:
are things all right? Sometimes the answer's no.

There's those that tell me pain can help you grow
but in the moment I dare barely ask
a question of import before you go.

What reason have you? Surely you must know
my melancholy mood in which I bask.
Are things all right? Sometimes the answer's no.

You must have muffled it, stowed it below
stairs, in your cellar, hidden in the cask
a question of import before you go.

Why so afraid? Release truth, let it show
its face and hide no more behind a mask.
Are things all right? Sometimes the answer's no.

We cannot right some wrongs by willing so
and so reflect, gulped from life's bitter flask,
a question of import before you go:
are things all right? Sometimes the answer's no.

You Too

I'm not all men, just this man
standing in front of a woman
asking for a date or a dance
c'mon it's late, gimme a chance.
You can't say no once I turn on my charm
now wait! Don't go - what's the possible harm
in talking? So let's talk. Is it warm
here or is it just me? Hey come to my dorm
ugh, why you gotta be such a
girl, I'm trying my best, much of which
is better than most of the other guys here.
Sure, they may be stronger or look better on the beach but I have something
they'll never have because I'm nice, do you hear me? I do things right -
I treat my woman right - do not walk away
I'M TALKING. So let's talk. Is it hot here today
or is it just you?