They say it's all about perspective
Well how's this?
20 years on, depressive
And my shirts don't fit
I think I've started dwelling
On the equivalent of the spelling
When I know the meaning
It's just a word I have trouble reading
If you're on the road right now
By god I hope you packed a sweater
You're gonna be really disappointed
If you held hope for better weather
But can like us we grow so tough
Our skin gets thick as heavy leather
Yeah we're doomed and blessed, I guess
You tend to feel a bit defective
When you miss
Most every mark expected
Ya know some say that I deserve this
I'm fast at peace now
At least for the moment
Until the next crowd
Looks on and wonder as they ask "How?"
I turn my self over like a rock
So you can all see just what's under
Every single creepy crawly
Will have you itching as you wonder
Are you solid like the rock
Or more prone to break asunder?
Yeah I'm doomed, I'm blessed, I guess