My future looms
In a fog perfume
What will I be like in a year or two if
I keep this up? Well I can't even tell you,
Why I do the things I do
Eat some red meat
You peaked bird
You can't feel your feet and your eyes are all a-blur
Your case is weak and your excuse is just absurd
Oh why you do the things you do
I always chose the shortest straw
Choir always singing "Que sera sera"
Got nothing doing but embracing every flaw
Oh god, the things I do