haphazardly tumbling hard

fall right down laugh out loud

all in the scheme of things

we're all looking up growing tall



(it's like pulling one hair)

you are what you are to me

(with wet fingers)

in my eyes you're a star

(petroleum jelly)

you're something I'll never be

(and watch the rain dance)

you're something I'm frightened of



I've got to get clean

the rain will cleanse me

and I've got to wash these filthy hands



because it's all just a futile plan

that'd mean I'd have to believe again

it's like a career to breathe

an existence I can't conceive

emotionless as in slug

in my imagined oblivion



You would swear

(it's as much fun)

that I could walk and talk

(as poking at a nerve)

but I doubt you will ever

(no one wants to fail) 

vocabulary test

(but no one wants to work)

is graded on a curve

ever prove enough

(smartest kid is stupid)

(word is never heard)

I doubt you'll ever prove it!



I've got to get clean

the rain will cleanse me

(I doubt you'll ever prove it!)

and I've got to wash these filthy hands



all these thoughts and feelings

are for naught unappealing 

so you expect them to dull and fade

still they remain



caught

waiting for the

rain

time devours life



with my soul as the defendant

don't catch me if I fall

I may have jumped

you never know

you don't know me at all