As I ride my bike
After yoga
I find myself singing
Police songs
About loss.
I’m amazed at how convincing
Can sound
About loneliness, despair
And feeling goofy and inadequate.
I guess you can feel that way
Even if you play like a god.
The music never loses its energy,
I always dance to it when tidying up my room.
I had never suspected
The lyrics were sad
When I didn’t speak English.
I guess goofiness
Is no excuse
For not starting a band,
Wielding my bass like a weapon,
Turning whining into song.
*I know, Stewart Copeland is Ammmerrrican. Will you ever forgive me? For the shape I'm in. For the shape I'm in.
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