Stained Glass Eyes

People sink your boat

When you cut a tragic figure

They drink their lemonade

And throw you a line

Boil your problem down

To yes or no, what's the matter?

They bomb your promenade

And this makes it shine

So you must play the comic

If they want one

And describe their moment

When they're in one

People pass you by

Passing up the chance to know you

They're irregular

In the usual way

You should crack a smile

Once in a while, it makes you pretty

It makes you want to give them

A piece of your mind

But they can't be people

Not if I'm one

If I have to be like them

I'd rather be no one

Couldn't make the scene

Not with all the people looking

All these connoisseurs

On guard all the time

Rather spend the day

Blank as hell by the window

Looking out of my

Stained glass eyes

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