James,
You've changed,
You're an inconsistent fool
And I am at my wits end
Of that sinkhole
You insist on calling a swimming pool
There is no shallow end
There is no cool relief
No getting out
Only your hard headed notions
You knock around
And swear belief
One day soon
That belief you kick around
Will drown your shouts out
And on that day
I won't be about