Chair oh chair
You sound like a fairytale..
You contradict in a thousand ways.
This and that, so goddamn fickle..
So say it, say it dear.
There’s something more than this.
There must be something we a miss.
smoking self analysis?
c’mon. no more songs you sang
Chair. It’s just a chair. just a chair.
you ain’t not doing nothing wrong………….
“skin and bones are creeping, doesn’t know their dead
ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head
politicians argue sharpening their knifes
drawing up their bargains, trading baby lives..”
And it is for you. Yeah I’ll show you..
I’ll get my A on my paper.
Stop the song cause I don’t listen anymore