| Lyrics: | how's your bell-curve?
mine's right-skewed average low. very low.
and the river - she has
grown very high.
fell from the sky.
and i'm wasted on cancer and bible school - not like
you.
yeah, you're wasted, full and drunk from too much rain
and pain and anger at tumors
like me.
if it would make you comfortable, i'd jump out of this tree,
or maybe we could get
married and be happy.
these few words could be the last we ever speak.
do you think, maybe,
you could love me or like me maybe?
maybe you'd look at me, you'd talk to me,
we could
marry, live in this tree.
but it's unlikely. you don't like me,
and i don't like me, and
it's unlikely. |
