'cause you can't get away from those rhymes

you just can't get away from those rhymes:

There once was a boy who loved beautiful gems

like amethysts, rubies and such

he held them with care and affection was there

and they brought him delight and good luck

Then one day that ruby became very strange

and turned into a blinding-hued moth

hiding behind that bright light was a change

like elegance wrapped in torn cloth

And standing alone he stood looking confused

with a little-boy smile on his face

was it nothing or had she been somehow abused

at any rate he lost his way

Sometimes his eyes will transform what he sees

distorting awareness with fear

and sometimes that ruby floats off on a breeze

just far enough so she can't hear

Hey ruby will you come back out

and show yourself to him?

again you'll shine and both feel fine

you know he never tried to win

Yeah, sometimes it's really difficult

adjusting your feelings to verbalization

and trying to make things understood

when you fall into awkward situations

and you want to reach out there

but you're reaching for something

instead of just letting things happen

and your words, well they're not just lines

you can speak for yourself

it's just hard getting away from all of those rhymes

it's hard getting away from those rhymes

Ruby

Sometimes it's really difficult

adjusting your feelings to verbalization

and trying to make things understood

while they rehearse all their rationalizations

your remarks and quotations

fall on the surface

of places not getting attention

and your words, well they're just lines

you can't speak for yourself

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