Listen to me
Get over it
If I’m not living I’m dying
All you’re doing is sulking and crying
I don’t want to talk
Now let it go
I’m not going to argue with you
You think you know but you haven’t a clue
So what if that’s what they say
You are such a pessimist
Society’s bill that you’ll pay
And this ship won’t disappear into the mist
With your same complain
Seems like such a strain
Yet you still cross your tee
Pay your dues and throw a fit
More is better, misguided by money
I guess it’s true: misery loves company
Your boards dry and covered in chalk
Now kiss the stone and give it a throw
You always seem to find something
Stamp your name and stand in line
Whine through the winter and wait for spring
Give me a call when you’re riding the pine
Copyright 2024 Sean Ferree
