Part 1:

Bake up, tomorrow we can change our lives,
So many disappointments about town tonight,
Pine is down on its needles
Moon's not coming down from its rise,

Bake up,
Sad numbers are iphone pictures
Taken in thick make up,

My mother’s black eye
Always found it best
To get in the last word

Once her head was a hole in the wall

Last word kept on coming

Age is much more than a number
It is the saddest number of all
Edge of a feather is sad too
It is a sad place to stand
Even in fair weather

The good old days that were never here are gone now
And the new days keep on coming
Like her last words



Part 2:

Jim did not save any for a rainy day
Jim couldn't handle his
So he wants to take yours away
It is getting crowded in Jim’s ashtray

Jiminy Cricket Jim
It’s still 1988 and you're wearing your long black trench coat
Smoking your cigarette
Only ever in it for the so so times
and the embarrassment

Yes it's true
Young you was lied to
World’s about to change
But not for Jim
Future’s been ignoring him

Last I heard,
Jim still owed you ten bucks

But don't count on Jim
Jim is never going to pay up
Jim wants to break your cup
So he can drink from it