You catch more flies with honey--
well, honey's all I know,
and these flies keep buzzing 'round me
every which way that I go.
Come on in and stay awhile,
I'd like to know your mind
'cause all I've got is this one
and it's getting awful tired.
----
When all you see around you
is a mess of hurt and pain,
you know the flood is coming
and they're predicting rain,
you don't know how to get up
out of bed again today,
I say, I know just how you feel--
it's shit, isn't it?
I know you won't believe me,
I know it's hard to see--
the world would make more sense
if it was them vs. you and me,
but to say it so would be to draw
a false dichotomy
and we wouldn't want to do that now,
wouldn't we?
----
Why build a moat
when we've got a boat
and we'll float, we'll float
across the sea?
Why hide in your bed,
oh sleepyhead,
when there's so much shit left
that we want to see?
Why complain
when it starts to rain
when you know that we'll
dry off again?
Wipe your tears,
and kiss your fears
goodnight--it's time
to lay them all to rest.
----
Will you praise my relativity
or tell me it's a sin?
My head's the only head
that I remember being in,
so of course my truth is relative,
and so, in truth, is yours,
and that's the only truth I've found
in all "why"s and "wherefore"s.
----
Patience is a virtue
but all I know is vice.
I know I should wait for you,
I know I should be nice.
I never learned to whistle,
I never learned to try;
I don't want to be ordinary,
never want to die!
Why does this melancholy
never go away?
Doesn't seem to matter much
what I do or say.
I have to keep on moving or
I grind right to a stop--
have to keep on moving 'til
my body finally drops.
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