I lay out all the tools.
The ones for breaking
And the ones for mending.
I lay out all the steps,
Try again
Forget and laugh
Destroy and rebuild
Decisions and dreams
Glue and thread
Who cares what was said?
The art is behind the couch
The drums are dusty
Guitars, rusty.
Here is my happiness,
I'll trade you for numbers
And dollar signs
And whiskey to numb it all.
Who decided this? I want to give them a call.