An old, old song of mine

For lack of anything else to say (there are a few things brewing in the back of my head, but they need time to fester, and a long session to work out in print), I will post an old song of mine.... it's called "You"

You are yellow
I won't tell no
As you continue to weep
I will use hands
Make sure I land
Safely on my own two feet
It's just that I can't ever seem to get to you

You were waiting
Day was fading
And I contemplated air
Pigs were singing
Meaning swinging
It's your birthday, cut your hair
I don't seem to be saying anything to you

If your answer
Grows a cancer
I'll cut it out for you
Make me crazy
From the ways he
Charmed you to death
Out of the blue
It won't hurt a bit
It's hopeless for me and you