I don't wear wool cuz it shrinks too much
and it always makes me itch
I'm just sitting here so out of touch
might as well be in a ditch
The sound of my own words take a spin
and they almost make me cringe
I guess I just don't care anymore
and I seem to be unhinged
Maybe I'll crinkle this paper up
and start all over again
I'll get some wood and make a bonfire
and I'll roast these words...til then...
Let's try to be chilled...enjoy the night
pretend that things will be allright
We have free will...you know that's right
Believe that things will be allright
Believe that things will be allright
Belive that things will be allright....