This is what happens whenever you delete a song
How you feel when you know you gotta right your wrong
Or just sit droll singing a hummed up song
Or before you realise that all has gone on too long

Or whether you have made it or whether you've mucked a base
Upon which you realise you gotta do the chase
How many molecs make a polymerase?
And how many atoms make a full born place?

To think, or to live? To hope, and to give?
Why must a man change the world with a million?
Why not just a few? Why not just a few?
Why not give just a little bit more to chew?

If it is to be on the side, I'll have none for it
Helpin' whoever needs a hand, if I had saw it
But nevertheless, I'll try the best to get off the armchair
I see you there, with the grey hair, teeth bared, say you're here

Or die wanting. Never say refusal
Say acceptance, last sentence, never say "big deal"
How many other fools want to be a cute meal
How dark would it be in that new place, a steal?

By no means, sow jeans fro new sheens
But never cover heart and keep her on sorts for old seams
She bout it up and keep you on ropes, for sowed limbs
Bro, chum, care for yourself, but others more, geez.

-SpXer-