I'm Just a Sensitive Guy

I'm Just a Sensitive Guy                            February 27, 2006

I've seen the wonders of the world

In my many a sojourn.

I've seen the wonder that is love,

And I've stared death square in the eyes.

What do I know about all of this,

And what do I even care?

All anyone needs to understand

Is I'm just a sensitive guy.

Yes, I'm a sensitive guy,

And I cry, the Red River floods.

I see the significance of life's aesthetics,

The beauty of love's first kiss,

The horror of gazing

Down the barrel of a hostle gun.

There's Yin, then Yang, a true 180,

The ol' "good with the bad theme."

True love isn't hard to find,

And is just a skipping stone away

From the hate that plagues us.

Oh, I'm just a sensitive guy.

I just met this beauty here in town.

She's just wearing this hot white gown.

I fell for her so hard and so suddenly,

It was difficult to turn her down.

Of course, I didn't know or have a clue

She already had a beau,

But I do now, and I paid the price,

And I'm so sad

Because I'm just a sensitive guy.

There was once this time

That I met the Grim Reaper

Who existed in the form of a .9 millimeter.

A greedy man introduced him to me,

Waving him like an unheralded flag.

I never worried much about myself, you know,

Just that my family

Might never see me again,

And why did I think this way, you ask?

All because I'm just a sensitive guy.