To the Pessimistic Many

Please don't tell me my dreams don't exist because then I'm gonna
have to drop them off at your doorstep Because then I'm gonna have
to pull them from my fingertips and I can only do that once and
it's a pretty little problem because then I'll have to become them
In front of you And I don't want to embarrass you It's rude and
you taught me better than that Please don't tell me how much I
don't make sense I know this I've felt myself knock a good day down
Just For the sake of it 25 years. before the hand on the clock
left. Like clockwork Like bee sting Like envy Like honey at the end
of your handy work on a hard day in a hot climate. So you've had a
change of pace So you've had a change of plan Like clockwork Like
seeing Like a cure I wish you wouldn't you wouldn't do so many
drugs I wish you weren't so scared… of me