playing alone you can often force the game to come out
someone should win why not you that is me who knows
if you cheat that's part of the game you tell yourself why
be rigid if you can't play up to tempo slow down no one
is listening the good parts are sublime but who can tell
with good will force ourselves to be nice to laugh it is
genuine good fellowship there is no one else we love
each other putting up love poems on the trees another
year among artists as if we were the real and we are
if we are doing it even if we are not selling it like them
No comments:
Post a Comment