Leave The Scene Behind

I was a young man, starving and drinking 
  And trying, to become a writer 
  And I remember that apartment 
  The smell of mice and dust 
  And the old woman with the pretty legs 
  All the kisses that I lost to your neck, 
  I am a tennis player, playing on both sides of the net 
  And I, will get you yet, 
  And I will turn you, I will turn you 
  Like a tattooed pigskin 
  And this time you won't forget my face 
  Read my lips 

  A sculpture is a sculpture 
  Marmalade is marmalade 
  And a sculpture of marmalade is a sculpture 
  But it isn't marmalade 
  She said with you inside me, 
  Comes the knowledge of my death 
  But I still had some oranges left 
  Underneath the bed 

  I came to you, I came to depend on you 
  I came upon you, I came upon your floor 
  But the god should be left alone 
  One mustn't bang upon the door 
  She said for everything that is visible 
  There is a copy that is hidden 
  She said, nothing takes on life 
  Until it has been eaten 
  I was working the hole with the sailor 
  And you wonder you don't get invited to more parties 
  Read my lips 

  A sculpture is a sculpture 
  Marmalade is marmalade 
  And a sculpture of marmalade is a sculpture 
  But it isn't marmalade 
  She said with you inside me, 
  Comes the knowledge of my death 
  But I still had some oranges left 
  Underneath the bed