I could have the smarts to tear apart a kid like Solomon
But I'll die as soon as the next guy cause I don't take my vitamins
I concede
It's just like me
To dislike everything

My stomach's hurt cause I've been hungry but I've never been starving
And this is one of maybe three things I've ever put my heart in
I believe
That it's obscene
For a wretch like me to prance and preen

So here's to long and lost lives, long lines, lost time and being left behind
There's only a couple things I've ever said I truly wish I hadn't
As I run my pre-arthritic fingers through the hair I still have on my head
I sometimes wonder which machine inside of me will be the first to break

Indulging each indignity's inspiring defeat
My tail triumphantly between my legs, in luck and luxury
Which I will shed
Like baby teeth, these things that I no longer need

And here's to jaded, overstated lessons for a completely different time
There is only so much that anyone can realize
As I stick my nose in generations old dejected garbage
I will try to smell the rose that grows out of the wreckage

There is hope for me
Because I don't have real problems
And I'll die one day
From a list of gifts genetically
I have come to terms
With the wood and nails and earth and worms
My attention full
Looking for a miracle

So stop me if the choir starts to practice what I preach
I forgive almost everyone for almost everything
I'm talking small, my tongue unthawed from pure misanthropy
For I am patient, making changes to a new philosophy

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