I woke up dreading my pen today
Everything’s good, I’ve nothing to say
The sky is blue, the grass is green
Prettiest day I’ve ever seen
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I’m sure if I try I could bum myself out
I could yell and scream and swear and shout
I could read the news, that’ll do it, no doubt
I could stare at the floor and see it needs grout
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I could stare in the mirror and discover new spots
The closer you look you’ll find lots and lots
Or ignore everything just a little bit longer
Postponing these pressures until I’m stronger
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