Sinatra in the 50s

I feel sad
like Sinatra in the 50s

when I was a child

when I was a child
I had all these ideas
about what my life would be
I knew from the start
deep down in my heart
my desired destiny

box marked fragile 4

I am a box marked fragile
I am sitting on your porch
waiting to be opened
it's cold here in the rain
now, I don't mean to complain
but this is not what I was hoping

masking tape isn't holding
I'm all filled up with memories
too many to count
but once you let me through the door
I won't need them anymore
you can help me throw them out

       I can be strong
       I know I can
       I just need a little help
       this box contains
       a broken man
       who's trying to repair himself

I am a box marked fragile
my destination is
to your open arms
I don't know how you feel
but honey, I'm the real deal
babe, I ain't no false alarm

          I can be strong
          I know I will
          I just need a gentle hand
          to hold me up until
          I get the strength to stand

I am a box marked fragile
I am all beaten up
battered black and blue
but if you take me in
the healing can begin
and I'll be good as new
I'm telling you
I'll be good as new

Fun, eh?

I'm depressed.

Why are you depressed, farmboy?

After working a full day, I have to go to the fuckin' dentist. I hate going to the dentist, man.

What are you going to have done? Nothing serious, I hope.

He's gonna take out one of my teeth. And I have to decide what I'm going to do with that space in my mouth. Fun, eh?

If you're getting it done now, you won't have to do it later.

Well, that's one way of looking at it, I suppose. I know you're right, I just hate doing it. I should have taken a day off, but I can't take off every time something needs to get done.

Tomorrow this will all be a memory, though. And then I guess I'll have to find something else to complain about.

Life is hard, man.

groundhog day

if you say there are 
six more weeks of winter
I'm gonna get me a gun
and start hunting you down
'cause why should I trust
some mangy animal
that spends half its life
in the deep underground

plenty of time 2

you're told when you can sleep
and when you can be awake
you know how much to give
and to never, ever take
you know when to look
and when to pretend you're blind
you've got plenty of time

plenty of time

metal bars on the windows
metal bars on the door
memories of everyone
you used to be before
every day's another chance
to wait quietly in line
you've got plenty of time