Sitting Thinking

I think that this is your artist's pad
From which you create your delights

I think that you've got it real bad
When you are ready to fly kites

But I like the way that you've got it
Like I could think anything less

But sitting here where I always sit
In the midst of all this great mess

I think that I'll always be like this
Broken and battered, i give up

Unless I have your sweet kiss
And render this all a hiccup