It’s not what you think


I'm not myself today
but when am I ever myself
I missed the bus today
when do I ever ride the bus
I want something to give
but I'm not willing to let go
I don't know how to live
but I put on a good show

I hid the "baby" in the cabinet
and I forget which one

Building our sand castles
way too close to the shore
back up back up back up
your too close to
the hole in the floor

Oh I hid the "baby" in the cabinet
and I forget which one
I hid the "baby" in the cabinet
and I forget which one

...for Amanda

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