Men I Trust Pierre

Pierre, Youre not lone Say, I hope you understand Pierre, Youre my friend Theres a place you can call home Those eyes Tell me somethings odd Youre there but youre not here You understand You care, It might not look this way Couldnt be less true You understand Pierre, Youre not lone Say, I hope you understand Pierre, Youre my friend Theres a place you still call home My friend You have a vivid quill A gift you need to use To feel alive Those hands Look like crooked roots Pour them the right stuff And feel alive