Mayonaise

Fool enough to almost be it Cool enough to not quite see it Doomed Pick your pockets full of sorrow And run away with me tomorrow June We’ll try and ease the pain But somehow we’ll feel the same Well, no one knows Where our secrets go I send a heart to all my dearies When your life is so, so dreary Dream I’m rumored to the straight and narrow While the harlots of my perils Scream And I fail But when I can, I will Try to understand That when I can, I will Mother weep the years I’m missing All our time can’t be given Back Shut my mouth and strike the demons That cursed you and your reasons Out of hand and out of season Out of love and out of feeling So bad When I can, I will Words defy the plans When I can, I will Fool enough to almost be it And cool enough to not quite see it And old enough to always feel this Always old, I’ll always feel this No more promise no more sorrow No longer will I follow Can anybody hear me? I just want to be me When I can, I will Try to understand That when I can, I will