Bodies

Your brain pulsin', you can’t comprehend
Your hair shaved in the punk band
Your hand sweatin‘ in another hand
Your pants too tight as you make a stand
Your bones are growin' pimples and plans
Your chest dirty, the soil you’ve slammed
Your heart aches, Mary Anne
Your ever dwindling attention span
Your carpal tunnel, your pain, and your fans
Your toes slidin‘ in the quicksand
Your vegan diet, your creams and your cans
Your body movin‘ across the vast land
In search of someone who understands
Your heart aches, Mary Anne
Your heart takes, Mary Anne
Your heart breaks, Mary Anne