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home owner
the neighbors mow my grass and weed my roses
like i am some neighborhood liability
someday i would love to be that famous writer
that drinks too much, hiding in his house
riding his bike away and back
writing the romance of your charms
that famous guy, with the old truck
with you, who is willing to talk to anyone
who can't explain me, but has given up trying
that guy that has a dream floating around him
...a beautiful woman that the neighbors respect and console
because i don't scrape the paint from the overhang
or does much more than water the pants
that someone else has deemed necessary
and wonders why you are there, there where i am
but most of all they wonder why
i am with that beautiful woman, who is you
