once in paris
once in fall
picasso was young
& after all
to be young
is to see the world
as mostly fractured & absurd
distort my head
split my eyes
if that makes a genius
then i'd rather be kind
i'd rather be kind
picasso comes around
once in a while
he brings me down
i stare at my hands
& wonder who i am
who i am is nothing like
i planned to be
i planned to be a rocket ship
wave to it
goodbye
threading through the ticker tape parade
i'm lonelier than i could ever say
i don't want to believe
everything
is just splintered
but at the bottom of the 4th bottle
i start to think that maybe
i am picasso after all
hey you want to hate me?
go on hate me
call me weak & i am
tell me how lazy i've been
call me a liar i am
all of these things & more
if that makes a genius i am
kiss me kiss me again
touch me touch me
make me feel
it really is so beautiful to feel
the problem with the world is that
everybody hurts everybody else
& i'd rather be kind
but i am picasso
& picasso comes around
once in a while
he brings me down