once in paris once in fall picasso was young & after all to be young is to see the world as mostly fractured & absurd distort my head split my eyes if that makes a genius then i'd rather be kind i'd rather be kind picasso comes around once in a while he brings me down i stare at my hands & wonder who i am who i am is nothing like i planned to be i planned to be a rocket ship wave to it goodbye threading through the ticker tape parade i'm lonelier than i could ever say i don't want to believe everything is just splintered but at the bottom of the 4th bottle i start to think that maybe i am picasso after all hey you want to hate me? go on hate me call me weak & i am tell me how lazy i've been call me a liar i am all of these things & more if that makes a genius i am kiss me kiss me again touch me touch me make me feel it really is so beautiful to feel the problem with the world is that everybody hurts everybody else & i'd rather be kind but i am picasso & picasso comes around once in a while he brings me down