Make it a time
Make it anytime
Make sure that it's not the only kind
That others find
I've got half a mind
I've got a mind
With fishing line
To shut down the whole system at the spine
It's only a stab in a wet paper bag
I'm really glad there's a grasp to grab
I wrote a song
But life goes on
Is that so bad?
It was slow and long
I wrote the words and the music wrong
And on and on and on and on and on and on
