Stony Ground from Jim Kitson by Frank Finighan

STONY GROUND

I'm finding out what makes you up
I'm finding out what touched you.
I'm finding out I try too hard.
I try too hard and rush you.
And it's not like it was
Before I bothered and confused you.
So now you don't smile at me
Or treat me like you used to.

I wish I fell on stony ground
Instead of growing some then dying.
If I could tell I'd spread it round
'til I got sick of lying.
Caught there without my trousers down
I don't even feel like crying.
I wish those hungry birds came down
Before I started trying.

I'm bending over backwards
and I don't think you deserve this
I'm trying to start an in the sack race
try not to look nervous.
I'm hiding all my lack of grace
my anger and peversions.
I can see you've got the kind of face
I could really put the years on.

copyright Jim Kitson 2001

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