Mask of Maturity - Lawrence Arabia

You know I’m a giant adolescent

But you see this night is iridescent

You look through my mask of maturity but you don’t care

— well mainly you don’t care

In the garden, come close, we’ll do the foxtrot

Beg your pardon, my face is full of buckshot

I cram my bad ideas inside in your head

But you don’t care

— well mainly you don’t care

You know that time is going to tell that we’re all going to hell

And when we get there we will find it’s just an awesome state of mind and we’ll

love it

Girl you know I’m at your every whim but I can’t buy a grin

I couldn’t buy a grin if I was naked, tarred and feathered or entirely dressed

in embroidered leather

You know my grandiose delusions

Don’t have a point or a conclusion

You take my endless ramblings in your ears but you don’t care

-well mainly you don’t care

In the garden, you screamed from the hydrangeas

You came on slow and kind of dangerous

I lay perspiring on the grass with flowers in my hair

And drank the summer air

You know that time is going to tell that we’re all going to hell

And when we get there we will find it’s just an awesome state of mind and we’ll

love it

Girl you know I’m at your every whim but I can’t buy a grin

I couldn’t buy a grin if I was naked, tarred and feathered or entirely dressed

in embroidered leather