Things That Look Like Mistakes

Play me something that feels like

Dancing in my socks

With my third glass of wine, and

Play me something that makes me forget

That I gotta save up

Gotta pay for my casket

My body is a student house

With a mycologist, psychologist and painter chilling out

And they are in the heat of a debate

And the noise is keeping me awake

So play me a song that makes me feel like I'm home

Where neighbours are nice

And the monsteras grow

Play me something that feels like

Dancing in my socks

With my third glass of wine, and

Play me something that makes me forget

That I gotta save up

Gotta pay for my casket

Play me something that feels like

Dancing in my socks

With my third glass of wine, and

Play me something that makes me forget

That I gotta save up

Gotta pay for my casket

Feels like they're depending on my slowly ending

A slight sense of decay

I don't like where it's heading

Embrace the imperfect unfolding of nature

But purposelessness don't really feel worth defending

Feel time slowly passing

From pain everlasting

I don't know what to say, every day

How my past stings

I write little poems each day inside my head

My only conclusion

I don't want to die yet

Met some crust punks at the black metal show

With the long hair on stage, they screamed

'If tomorrow I'm gonna be haunted

Today I'm gonna be free'

I awoke to the dawn chorus glow

Heard the birds singing to the trees

'Tomorrow, I can be haunted

But today, I'm gonna be free!'

So, play me something that feels like

Dancing in my socks

With my third glass of wine, and

Play me something that makes me forget

That I gotta save up

Gotta pay for my casket

Play me something that feels like

Dancing in my socks

With my third glass of wine, and

Play me something that makes me forget

That I gotta save up

Gotta pay for my casket

Gotta pay for my casket

I gotta save up

Gotta pay for my casket