I'm Not There

I'm not there,
so don't ask where.
Don't tell me what to wear,
Don't tell me to share,
Don't say I need a new pair.
I don't care.


I'm not here,
and the cliff's edge's so sheer,
and the sky so clear
I can see through my peers.
The end is so near
to the end of the year;
but I'll dry your tears
far before the stars appear.


I'm not there,
and I don't care
if you wear
your skin bare.
I'll take you to Lucifer's lair,
if you so dare
to risk your fair
wavy, golden hair.
I don't care,
I'm not there.