words and music by Eric Kufs

I’m not artsy, I’m not folky, I’m not the slightest bit lonely
I’m not well-read, I’m not well-put, but there’s something burning in my gut
I’m mad at someone, I’m mad at someone

Of who I am not sure but I’d like a little more
I love to talk but I’m lazy, maybe a little but crazy
For a girl that would subscribe to me, and all the possibilities
That I was sincere, and I was sincere

I’m not a poet, nor a prophet, though I dream from time to time
I’m an artist of illusion, and I sketch a strange design
So don’t pay me with respect, just pay me with attention
And when I bounce a check, don’t forget that I had mentioned that
I’m mad at someone, I’m mad at someone

I’m not empty, in fact I’m full of it
It’s this long term equation that will lead me to admit.... that I quit

I’m not a poet, nor a prophet, though I dream from time to time
I’m an artist of illusion, and I sketch a strange design
So don’t pay me with respect, just pay me with attention
And when I bounce a check, don’t forget that I had mentioned that
I’m mad at someone, I’m mad at someone

I’m not artsy, I’m not folky, I’m not the slightest bit lonely
I’m not well-read, I’m not well-put, but there’s something burning in my gut
I’m mad at someone, I’m mad at someone


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