Lyrics A Poem By Adam Wolfson - Craig Owens

A Poem By Adam Wolfson

I’m not trying to be your man
I’m just trying to make you understand the point
It’s cold as hell in November in Detroit
And even though it’s Saturday, I’m staying in tonight
Did you think you had it coming, did you think you had it right?
Did you think that you were wonderful and miserable tonight?
You say you didn’t mean it, but I think you didn’t care
Cause to my face and before your God, this what you swear
Fuck yourself and fuck your family
Fuck yourself and fuck your family