haphazardly tumbling hard
fall right down laugh out loud
all in the scheme of things
we're all looking up growing tall
(it's like pulling one hair)
you are what you are to me
(with wet fingers)
in my eyes you're a star
(petroleum jelly)
you're something I'll never be
(and watch the rain dance)
you're something I'm frightened of
I've got to get clean
the rain will cleanse me
and I've got to wash these filthy hands
because it's all just a futile plan
that'd mean I'd have to believe again
it's like a career to breathe
an existence I can't conceive
emotionless as in slug
in my imagined oblivion
You would swear
(it's as much fun)
that I could walk and talk
(as poking at a nerve)
but I doubt you will ever
(no one wants to fail)
vocabulary test
(but no one wants to work)
is graded on a curve
ever prove enough
(smartest kid is stupid)
(word is never heard)
I doubt you'll ever prove it!
I've got to get clean
the rain will cleanse me
(I doubt you'll ever prove it!)
and I've got to wash these filthy hands
all these thoughts and feelings
are for naught unappealing
so you expect them to dull and fade
still they remain
caught
waiting for the
rain
time devours life
with my soul as the defendant
don't catch me if I fall
I may have jumped
you never know
you don't know me at all
