...

life is not all that, you know
but don't let go.
take a deep breath and count to sixty:
it's about time you left this city.

the milk's spilt all over the place,
don't drown in it.
try to inject some sense into this wrinkled face.

i can't complain too much.
it's not like i'm looking for an answer.
and as far as i'm concerned,
i still don't have cancer.

so put it out,
drink it up,
damn the place:
go ahead and sprout.

you've taken too long.
and what the hell,
are you still waiting for the end of this song?