Four and counting

[shroda]

Listen to all the translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations
With our own reasons why
And I am sorry
But there aren't enough cigarettes
To put my troubled mind at ease
So please
Oh baby please
Don't tease
It may seem sad
Don't you worry
I'm just a little mad
I've hit my bottom
These walls aren't getting any taller
My hole is getting smaller
Losing my collar
But we'll just staple it together
And call it bad weather
Just staple it together
Just a little bad weather
If the weather gets better
We should get together
Then We'll be twice as clever
Oh please
I'm not getting on my knees
Baby just tell me these things
Put my mind to ease
Give me the things
My Body needs
I'm getting better
Strong as a steed
In this weather
I don't mind getting wetter
All for planting a seed
Just staple it together
And call it bad weather