I enjoyed the fantasy
for a couple of days
Ignoring how it fell apart
In all the same old ways
It's funny how I never
tell the story right
It was dumb but sometimes
it kept me up all night
but I'm sure my numbers
won't come up
I'll wake up to what's left
of the same old cup
From the festival of fools
to the first of May
looks like I'm going to have
to do it the hard way
Oh sure I'll check my math
get all disappointed
feel dumb about the whole thing
get my nose all disjointed
truth be told it's a
pretty sorry plight
and I see I'm going to
get run through it this very night
what
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