Mayonaise

Fool enough to almost be it
Cool enough to not quite see it
Doomed
Pick your pocket full of sorrow
And run away with me tomorrow
June
We’ll try to ease the pain
Somehow, we’ll feel the same
Well, no one knows
Where our secrets go
I send a heart to all my dearies
When your love is oh so dreary
Dream
I’m rumored to the straight and narrow
While the harlots of my perils
Scream
I fail
But when I can, I will
Try to understand
The way I can, I will
Mother, weep the years I’m missing
All this time that can’t be given back
Shut my mouth and strike the demons
Cursed you and your reason
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
And when I can, I will
Fool enough to almost be it
Cool enough to not quite see it
Old enough to always be it
Always older, 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
The way I can, I will