At random,
We count our flaws
We count our setbacks
And we have what we need
To our eyes,
Among all the yards
The grass is never better,
Better than at our neighbor's house
And the pain
It's not worth the trouble
It's not worth the time
No more than the candle
Because if I seem weak
In my soaked tissue
It's from seeing my navel
And beginning to cry
Help, help me
I wasn't made like this, no
Help, help me
Like a daddy's boy
Help, help me
I wasn't made like this, no
Help, help me
They say I'm lucky
And I hate that
I know my childhood
And I hate myself
Because one is never too rich
And always too poor
And we don't give a damn about others
Until the moment they save us
Help, help me
I wasn't made like this, no
Help, help me
Like a daddy's boy
Help, help me
I wasn't made like this, no
Help, help me
It's late, it's late
And I want her to come
In my sheets, in the dark
And make my veins bend
Against a small white breast
How could I possibly,
Like a spoiled child,
Shed a tear
We write songs
In minor keys and me,
Me, like an idiot,
I do it willingly
I forget that there was a time,
A time with a little love
That gave me the push
To savor each day
Help, help me
I wasn't made like this, no
Help, help me
Like a daddy's boy
Help, help me
I wasn't made like this, no
Help, help me