Charles Bukowski - Cut While Shaving lyrics

It's never quite right, he said
The way people look
The way the music sounds
The way the words are written
It's never quite right, he said
All the things we are
Taught, all the loves we chase
All the deaths we
Die, all the lives we live
They are never quite right
They are hardly close to right
These lives we live one after the other
Piled there as history
The waste of the species
The crushing of the light and the way
It's not quite right
It's hardly right at all he said
Don't I know it? I answered

I walked away from the mirror
It was morning, it was afternoon, it was
Night

Nothing changed it was locked in place
Something flashed, something broke, something
Remained

I walked down the stairway and into it