The Respected Mr. Smith

Mr. Smith, of course it is so nice to finally meet you
You know I'm on your side
And I'll make sure your demons don't defeat you
The sun is shining, it's a warm September fifth
The possibilities are endless, Mr. Smith

Mr. Smith, now, this is just a friendly word of warning
The night can bring epiphanies
But she'll try to pin you down, come morning
She'll produce the ledger of your love, a monolith
Better get yourself back to Boston, Mr. Smith

I used to be a little bit like you
Much less respected, but bad timing with a lady, too
What will you do

Mr. Smith, art is like a cruel red-haired mistress
She'll give you what you want
But then she'll ring your wife up when she's listless, and
Tell her all the stories of the people you've been with
But you can just erase and start all over, Mr. Smith

Mr. Smith, don't you know there is no magic potion
To get your life on track
Or to put your poetry in motion, when
Every word you write comes out looking like a hieroglyph
Will you just admit you need her, Mr. Smith

Now here we go again, can't you come clean
You scratch out clever lines that she's grown tired of reading between
You both know what I mean

Oh Smith, I hope that you don't mind I call you mister
By now you've gotta realize
I really only want to know your sister
And if I can't have her, I'll just perpetuate the myth
That all of this was just to help you, Mr. Smith