The Genius I Was

Rainmates forever
You and me
Soaked to the skin
Dead waist down, on the evidence
We’re guilty as sin

You dress like a letter delivered to the wrong
Address and name
Scented and a ribboned with a bow
You burst into flame

And what’s inside is not really mine
Help me open up
When we’re outside
We are the tufted race and we just graze

When I think of you it’s as the genius I was
The expert who’s dog did all the work
When x marked the spot

In the field, the fool that I am
Help me open up
I was ploughed
You want me to milk my time
But I just graze

And what’s inside is not really mine
Help me open up
When we’re outside
We are the tufteed race and we just graze