don't steal my bike

Ran through my door when I heard the wind calling my name

It pronounced it wrong

Went to the lake to bake a cake

It was fine, but I cooked it wrong

Don’t steal my bike, again

I swear, I’ve changed

For better, for worse, until death

I danced in front of my nephew’s middle school

It was cool, but I danced it wrong

Went to the river to transplant a liver

Had a blast, don’t think it went wrong

I came back home to find out some people went through my door

And got to perform

A burglary that reminded me

Of the good times I had while in Bulgaria

It was nice, the hotel I slept in had a swimming pool

I got to swim in

I was sad when I flew back home

Which is what I told the police