Buried

Buried?
Well I've got a shovel
But Don't have the time
To dig away gravel
And make it rhyme.

Buried?
Now I feel sorry
That I can't stop to dig
Because my eyes are starry
And it's an unpaying gig.

Buried?
I'm looking out for me
I've got to feel
I've got to be
Because I don't feel real.

Buried?
Sorry I can't lend it to you
You're not looking for my hand
I don't know how to tame a shrew.
I hope you'll understand

Buried.
Well I've got my shovel
But I don't have the time
To dig away gravel
And make it rhyme.