Dec 26, 2005 17:03
I don't jones for nothing
cause that's a waste.
waste of space in my frontal lobe and
I just sit, deal with it, don't have a fit.
Do you know what I'm sayin'?
I just get as down as I can.
Don't look to relief from a troubled young man.
Just take a piece.
Sometimes it sucks.
Oh and then and then I say.
I looked the other way.
I changed my point of view,
and here's what I do, one time, check it out.
This too shall pass.
This too shall pass.
This too shall pass.
All the good times, all the bad times.
Face it bro, they all will pass.
Your problems will seem inconsequential and trivial
when you realize one thing.
We're just a speck of dirt
on this golf ball called earth.
So get stupid and sing.
Fuck it up!
This song is past.
yeah.