Bide my time
Take it slow
The summertime
Comes before long
I met a girl
Her name, it brought
The least pleasure
Anhedonia
She rolls off the tongue
With a little exertion
Shifty, pulls an end run around your lethargic efforts to buck her
Bide my time
This gray will end, it will
But not before
She's had her fill
The mirror stage
Comes with its costs
But upon reflection this old bird
Has greater claws
She rolls off the tongue
With a little exertion
Shifty, pulls an end run around your lethargic efforts to buck her
