Song Without an Ending

I like you ... I think that you're pretty good

But I think that you think that I ...

Well ... that I’m a bit undercooked

I'm lazy, I play silly jokes and go over the top

And one of these days it's gonna get me killed

And that'll be my lot!

I suppose I'd leave you alone after a while

But I'll lie in my bed feeding my head

Until I become fairly intelligent

100,000 people today were burned

I felt a pang of concern

What are we waitin’ for?

A message of hope from the pope!?

I think he got shot ... As well!

When everyday of your life seems the same as the last

And you know who you're gonna meet

And what they’re gonna ask

Then supposin’ your legs just withered away

And you had to somehow slide around

On your backside for the rest of your days

Imagine that you're happy now ... it's easy if you try

Because we're all caught up in a mortifying loop ...

LIFE.