Mayonaise

Fool enough to almost be it
Cool enough to not quite see it doomed
Pick your pockets full of sorrow
And run away with me tomorrow june

We’ll try to ease the pain
Somehow we’ll feel the same
Well, no one knows where our secrets go

I send a heart to all my dearies
When your life is oh so dreary dream
I’m rumored to the straight and narrow
While the harlots of my perils scream

And I fail but when I can, I will
Try to understand that when I can, I will

Mother, weep the years I’m missing
All our timе can’t be given back
Shut my mouth and strike thе demons
That cursed you and your reason
Out of hand and out of season
Out of love and out of feeling so bad

That when I can, I will words defy the plans
So when I can, I will

Fool enough to almost be it
Cool enough to not quite see it
Old enough to always feel it
Always old, I’ll always feel this
No more promise, no more sorrow
No longer will I follow can anybody hear me?
I just want to be me

And when I can, I will try to understand
That when I can, I will