Wrong place, wrong time

Wrong person, again

On the outside lookin' in

"Gertrude, when sorrows come

They come not single spies

But in battalions!" (Hamlet IV 5)

Bite my tongue, muffle the song

Of "everything is wrong"

Try to disconnect

Keep reality in check

Balled fist, wistful glance, lost chance

Take my hand and join the dance, and i bet

We won't go down just yet

Though we may be reduced to ghosts

There's more in us than most

A bit depressed

And stressed i guess

I'm a fucking mess

But don't mind me and don't mind this

I'm just wired thus

Constantly running for the bus

Across a three-lane broadway

And the overhead display says:

"Nah, fuck you." Well fuck you too!

I may fray at the edges

Or so memory alleges...

But y'all ever seen a loser

Once scared to rock the boat

Turn into a bulldozer

Shovel your words back down your throat?

Take no note of these broken wings:

This bird don't need them to fly

'Cause she's got a rocket engine

And the ignition's on fire!