I Guess It All Makes Sense At The End

I'd like to do some calculations

In the hopes that I'll come to some realizations

My mind is not what it used to be

That certainly isn't news to me

But I want to know how my life was spent

Now that I know that I'm near the end

So I add subtract multiply and divide

To try and figure out what I did with my life

I spent twenty-seven years in my bed

And there's not much that I would've preferred to do instead

I spent two years chewing and six months wooing

And, I'm sure you're curious, almost three years pooing

I spent twenty five years working for a guy

That I wanted to kill when I didn't want to die

But I spent fifty seven years loving you my friend

So I guess it all makes sense at the end.

I spent nearly a full year masturbating

Second only to the year we spent copulating

I know you're not a fan of this vulgarity

But completeness is important for full clarity

I spent more than seven years watching television

And how could I not regret that decision

But I don't think that I'll ever know how much time

I did or didn't spend lookin' into your eyes.

I spent twenty-seven years in my bed

And there's not much that I would've preferred to do instead

I spent two years chewing and six months wooing

And, I'm sure you're curious, almost three years pooing

I spent twenty five years working for a guy

That I wanted to kill when I didn't want to die

But I spent fifty seven years loving you my friend

So I guess it all makes sense at the end.

I've never known any way but numbers and sums

To understand what we are and what we have become

But like numbers are perfect, that's how this has been for me

And I hope that I still give you everything you need

80 years alive and four eating food

Five reading books and 57 with you

Two eyes one nose one smile one life

It somehow isn't ever quite enough time.

I spent twenty-seven years in my bed

And there's not much that I would've preferred to do instead

I spent two years chewing and six months wooing

And, I'm sure you're curious, almost three years pooing

I spent twenty five years working for a guy

That I wanted to kill when I didn't want to die

But I spent fifty seven years loving you my friend

So I guess it all makes sense at the end.

Oh I guess it all makes sense at the end.

Yeah, I guess it all makes sense at the end.