Brightside - Next Time lyrics

My life is not a poem It's just a dreamer's dumb idea For lack of a shorter word It's like an onomatopoeia So come to terms with what you can Because it's gone before you know it My life is not a party It's sort of like an omen Rail a line coming to see you won't resolve A bitter type coming to beat you up Is a small, small part A tortoise that's forever on its back Will always beg for slower races But slow and steady doesn't hack When rabbits have the cuter faces Take a day, a break Polish all of your lucky pennies and throw them away