| "These Days" | |
| Some days, I only do the things I have to, Hoooooooo Lame days, I eat Slim Fast cause it's easier to swallow Cold days, I stay inside most all the day and night long These days, I'm a mute, so I'm never in the wrong The clouds are out again today, will make a point to see them The house needs lots of paint, but painting make me grim The neighborhood is quiet, with lizards, squirrels and birds The town is resting on it's side, waiting for soft words If you ask me about my past, I'll tell you about it all If you knew my habits, you might just be disgusted Ideas pop out of my head, just like multiplying rabbits Then they breed and manifest into my worst bad habits These days are good, if we loose it just doesn't matter These days are good, if we loose it just doesn't matter These days are nice, a warm place for us to gather These days are blessed, you're thoughts are so very clever These days just keep going on...... forever rrrr | |