the meat i am made of is too raw to run
and jump where the other animals are
i briefly consider epilogues while the disease recedes
and the bitterness has finished clouding over the blue
improbability isn't impossibility
i'll crawl away again
and through all of this, i have never started a war
i have only been sleeping in tin cans
i broke off the clock hands trying to fix everything
using them as paddles against the pavement
and i scrape them up into the dullest rusty bits
improbability isn't impossibility
i'll crawl away again
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
YES!!!!!!!!!
YES!!!!!!!!!
YES!!!!!!!!!
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!
