the gunslinger rode on down
to Dodge City to fix a score
he entered the saloon
with pistols blazing

I am just going to lye on my grass and allow the bugs to do what they want
Because as soon as I bask in my freedom, lying on that glistening green grass
Here comes the bugs getting ready for their attack
As soon as I flick one off, another comes
And as hard as I fight, the bugs are the ones who have won
Not because the quantity is too much for me to take
But because I let them get to me and over exaggerate
Realistically the bugs aren't going to eat me alive
It's the way you perceive these bugs, so you let them eat at your mind
And the more you allow it to happen, the more bugs will return
And will soon become a habit to much to overturn
but how am i suppose to free myself of becoming bug baite
Or convince myself that I am not everything I hate
I cant, and ive come to the conclusion I never will
Because as soon as I plan my picnik, I notice the ants making their way up the hill

on the leafy salad of my life
you are the dressing...
for without you its all just
let-us and wish-es!