Bing dada boomb….
Who is that who is she who is that
I cant help it, is she better than me, this old tattered piano no longer sings the tunes, a lonely room
Sun shining in through tattered blinds,
This tattered world with its transformers,
Oh how you blind me so, yeah, oh.
When the problem is in my metal grungy head
Worn out spaces,, going no where…
Drowning my sorrow, jealous.