"And the mood swings left" I thank a girl called Toxic Waste (with the funny hair and clothes and all) But the left-swinging mood is gone Indeed, it is The clouds look like blue and grey popcorn Why does summer make me feel this way When I don't even like summertime Sometimes the truth can be Passed off as a joke That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt With a voice that Would be irritating If it weren't So damned comforting He laughs, "That's right," And leaves me to wonder Just a second-generation recording, anyway She can get it back The quality won't be quite as good But she can get a third-generation copy From me Yes, he was here earlier But he's gone to work now Over on that street that's named For the town it leads to It's funny because nobody takes that road To that town anymore We all use the highway No, she wasn't with him. Why? Is there anything I can do? But it's okay now.And, hey, did you see the latest movie? I'd love to buy you a drink Or something for the house But can I just sit and talk to you instead. Not one single message on my machine Makes me think maybe Someone's sneaking in and erasing them all Paranoid? Why do you ask? I forgot to feed the fish Oh, I hope the message eraser fed them Or maybe the machine's just being anal-retentive (It's Freudian, don't ask me) Have we really changed so much? It's silly of me To think we wouldn't Remember? We thought we would Change The World It somehow changed us instead Today I feel very old. I skipped puberty altogether That's probably best I don't know that I could've handled puberty this morning But the songs are still good Then I look at the Popcorn Sky And foolishly think that I can handle ANYTHING So maybe this is my puberty I don't recall that It felt this way the first time Jane is a good name, don't you think Many Janes have become famous Of course, I'm not fond of the name George Even though there have been More famous Georges than Janes I set the margins wrong So I failed the test Some people say too much I've never been able to tell a story Without going off on tangents And forgetting what I meant to say Was that it didn't really matter That dinner was late Just let me talk to you That's really all I want Just some mindless chit-chat That's all it is anyway That's all it has ever been. Now, where was I?
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