Sure I’m sad
Unsure about myself, waiting for that roar of life to roll back in
I mean, I haven’t really sinned, I haven’t been a bad boy
A beer with a friend might be nice at this time
Strike a match, some of that life back on into me
Guess we’ll just have to wait and see
Hate to say it but what will be will most certainly be
Atrociously sorry for the amount of sadness pouring on out of me
A poet’s unfortunate flagrance when it comes to the rhyme
Sometimes good, sometimes bordering on what’s terrifically sublime