In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Saturday, October 1, 2016
timing
I got my timing all wrong
I should have been born
a few decades later
when the effects
of psychiatric medications
were greater
I'd throw all those fuckin' feelings
in an old incinerator
and watch them burn, burn, burn
I got my timing all wrong
I should have been born
when schools were less frantic
when the only things that would
throw administrations in a panic
we're students coming in
who were African-American or Hispanic
here to learn, learn, learn
you gotta grease that squeaky wheel
strike when the iron's hot
you got to give it everything you can
with everything you're not
I got my timing all wrong
I should've taken every drug
I could in high school
maybe then
someone might have noticed me
but nobody knew
nobody knew
I was invisible then
now I'm trying something new
this court's adjourned, adjourned
but I'm still the one that's guilty
to every season...
and a time for every purpose
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