These words will be used to drag me from a ditch
And highly likely sneak in a little bitch
It might be short, it may be long
It may steal the words from another song
A tight rope exists between optimism and prep
That must be walked with flow in the step
With care and presence but never fear
Some with a smile and some with a tear
I once loved a woman, a child, I’m told
I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul
She taught me to dig a little deeper some times
And fuck the meaning, as long as it rhymes
It’s true that my world is not what I see
Not what I think and nothing without me
The search deep inside for a man with a plan
Is a foolish endeavour, just do what you can
It’s getting longer now, we’re deep in the fifth
If I keep sprouting nothing, I may get a sixth
And hopefully you’ll keep reading seeking some sense
But end up disappointed like a gate with no fence
Now that we are here, did I climb out the ditch?
Did you interpret “enough” to spot my quick bitch?
What about the song that I stole like a fool
Or the way that it ends, with nothing at all.
