no matter how i try i can’t
get over the sun i can’t
grasp this crispy air i can’t
pass by a shadow without awe i can’t
digest the portion size i can’t
while seated on clean grass i can’t
i can’t i can’t i can’t i can’t
and i’m loving every minute
You know who your real friends are
Because they send you text messages
At 12:01 wishing you a “Happy Birthday!”
The rest just leave posts on your Facebook wall.
It all came
from my saxophone
but
none of it was me
Though I must admit
that some of it
was the best
I’d ever played
Of course,
I’m also glad
to take the credit
the sieve and the sand 