Most people don't want to live how they live
Yu don't know how lucky you are to be you
O are you sad? But you haven't forgotten how to be mad?
You can be mad or we can go shopping.
You can impress your date.
How much is it worth to you, your fate?
I saw you by the piano longing to play.
Was that here, right now, or just another day?
You had to get, I have to get away.
Maybe I'll make a record; maybe not.
Then from slow rhetoric, any and all listeners -
Don't weep, don't die. Let's just rot.
