We thanked god it was Friday.
Now, goddamn it, it is Sunday.
I don't want to go anywhere.
I kind of want all my problems to stay.
Is that okay? To not want to change?
No way.
Now I'm comfortable and I'm entitled,
poorly groomed and well unbridled.
Let's not be here. Let's get gone.
Let's make like a tree and say so long today.
Let's go away.
What do you say? I'm ready to change.
Barren or overgrown -- two seasons of neglect.
Two opposite swings that converge as they reflect.
You can operate on me, just cut myself away.
But you just can't lead the lost astray.
Let me amble at a quicker pace.
A different look at the same old face.
I say yes and I say no.
No, no, no -- just what the hell am I trying to say?
Ah, touche.
Let's just pack it in and haul out the cliches.