I am too inconsistent
I'm sick too deep to fully heal
(in time for your bouts of playfulness)
I'm a little close to the edge
I have a hard time keeping
up with the changes, broad view
I do not like your brother
I can't cook worth dirt
But
You do not see people as they think they are
You act a little slantwise
You can't stand my quiet disorder
You have some strange compulsions
You just need to grow up
You always cry wolf
Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 1:37 PM UTC
I am too inconsistent
I'm sick too deep to fully heal
(in time for your bouts of playfulness)
I'm a little close to the edge
I have a hard time keeping
up with the changes, broad view
I do not like your brother
I can't cook worth dirt
But
You do not see people as they think they are
You act a little slantwise
You can't stand my quiet disorder
You have some strange compulsions
You just need to grow up
You always cry wolf
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