******* the pooch. Hell yeah.
Bundled up in the heat of May,
always wantin' to play, but never do.

The ******* Scrooge. That's me.
Contradicting, let me be.
That's okay, my worries are always true.

Souvenirs never meant that much to me.
Am I blind? is there something to see?
Have I read between
all the wrong lines?
Have I wasted all this time...
tying myself to a, poisonous tree?
I can't believe my eyes.

Watch the news: **** me.
The pain is gone, where could it be?
Traded all my warm colors for blues.

I have to choose,
company.
Every action brings irony.
To see me change would **** my only muse.