all the things

Thoughts are flapping round my brain
like plastic bats on a cable
think they all got on the wrong train
when they try to get off, they’re unable

Fuzzy head
blurry eyes
maybe I should
moisturize
maybe I should
get out of bed
But I think I’m going to think about
all the things that make me mad instead

Threw me on the ground and left
Then with fanfare announced you’re back
You’re the one with style and depth
I’m just standing here taking up slack

Fuzzy head
blurry eyes
maybe I should
moisturize
maybe I should
get out of bed
But I think I’m going to think about
all the things that make me sad instead
All the things
All the things, yeah

Everything that’s wrong stays wrong
Although in your reality things turn out well
I should hum a happy song
With you fuckers turning up the heat in hell
(bankers, bastards, assholes all work if you want to sub that word)

Fuzzy head
blurry eyes
maybe I should
moisturize
maybe I should
get out of bed
But I think I’m going to think about
all the things that make me bad instead

I didn’t want to take your call
I didn’t want the baby talk
I didn’t want a home cooked meal
I didn’t want to take a walk
You knew I was impossible
And somehow you can take it
I’ve got a future after all
and you are here to help me make it

Slippered feet
Blinking eyes
Why do I even
Act surprised
You propped me up
You fed my fead
And now I’m going to think about
all the things that make me glad instead
all the things
all the things.

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Allegra

Born 1958. Not dead yet.

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