Getting rid of me

January 21, 2010
They say I took it all for granite

I say I took it under my wing

They say they gave me an inch and I stole every thing

I say I was just improving, that inch into a mile they’ll

Believe me it just takes awhile

They say, “You must be kidding”

I’m as serious as they get

They say get a life

I tell them I’m looking, haven’t found one yet

They say leave my city, I’m to blame

I say just a sec., just one more day

They’re getting rather hateful, torching my bed

I’m quite rather grateful, that thing was dead

They laugh at me

I tell no jokes

I continue to wonder what’s up with them folks’

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