Philip Seymour Hoffman

Philip Seymour Hoffman


I was a young man once
Stronger than my enemies
I was handsome
I was reckless
I was made to live alone

Sent off to boarding school
Fought my dependencies
My Socialist mother still calls me from a pay phone

Knew the liturgy
Like an English nursery rhyme
Everything seems innocent until a thumb is stuck into the pie
And with these feelings I’m not sure I’m even making sense
Or if I even knew you at all

Tired of pretty faces
I’m tired of these kinds of places
I’m tired of silver lining each degree of separation
I take my kids to school, pick up the living room
Walking down Fifth Avenue I swore I heard the voice of God