Where to begin? Which concern is more pressing – the brain or the breathing? Though they’re the same thing, I treat the sum like its part’s again Not thinking long term, I might shrink I know now my heart is not fit Too young to think about quitting but too old to make any difference Oh well
No other mistake I tried to fix, but this ones a constant drip With a need to destruct at the tip and a focus on the self I keep my eyes in a jar on the shelf and I put my head on a stick To compel you not to come around here no more I don’t know what we are for, so don’t you come around here no more I know now my heart is not fit Too young to think about quitting but too old to make any difference Oh well