The sky has went on
And I'm still breaking bones
Not that I wanted to hurt
No it's just that you overrate water
Each time I make a tea
Right yes tea with coffee and some times rye with whiskey
Soak in that thought for your running spinal tap
Eat the baton grown on the moon
Every year while we are flying the universe home
Kissing me for another one
Asking why there is need for question
Neigh Ted
Not what you wanted?
Every time I ask again
Trust me it's the same damn question
It is
And it's still poking my brawn
Wow let's move on
