poor boy why don't you try getting water? poor boy why don't you try getting sleep? I think if one of us is going to suffer why shouldn't it be me?
poor boy your wife is in hard labor the rhythm you know is pulsing and drifting to the grave when you come too you'll be asking yourself just one question was I always this way? was I always this way?
think back a year when everything stood at the surface a bandage you cut because you don't know what swims under me
hold tight the bondage of this life is slipping why shouldn't it be me? why shouldn't it be me?
when I come back you'll be the brightest star in the black when there are days that you want the call we're all waiting for think back
poor boy life is in hard labor go buy flowers you'll leave on its grave then with the goal of movement now one this is different you don't want to change I don't want to change
