All of everything I want isn't here,
and I don't know where to look for it.
And when you read this, you probably feel the same, don't you?
Well whatever it is, I didn't find it in your hands,
or in the bag made from soft leather.
Some days I think i'm a genius. Most though,
I'm just a chump.
Love exists, in the form or a dog,
and if you'd let him, he'd lick your bones dry.