Happy 40th
Might as well be
You don’t even have to wait and see
No, not an old soul
One decrepitly weak
Leave me
Bleed me
Do whatever you want
If you come around it’d be just lovely
But truthfully I don't care a bit
Have your melancholy life
And your melancholy soul
Always clawing through disillusionment
So confused as to what direction you should go
How my hopes had swelled
But really now that I have dwelled
You’ll have your mother’s life collective
Cause you just can’t seem to find perspective
Happy 40th
You don’t even have to wait and see
No, not an old soul
Walls of solid cement suggest it’s one decrepitly weak
