It's all a wash I've found in times of distress
What doesn't break has to bend
And continues to break in the end
Funny how it all comes around again
To be honest, it was cutting us up
What doesn't crash is on its way
There's nothing more to delay
You're funny
It's not a game of dodgeball
Rubber right past you and thwack against the wall
And you're funny
It's not another round of tag
I barely made contact with the clothes off your back
You're funny
My mom called you my brother, early last week
It began to get worse, so I chose not to speak
That gray type of sickness, it bogs me down deeply
Feeling so empty
And I wish I could fight, the sense that it's dying
I'm throwing in towels, I've hit auto-pilot
You're funny
It's not a game of dodgeball
Rubber right past you and thwack against the wall
And you're funny
It's not another round of tag
I barely made contact with the clothes off your back
You're funny
You're funny
So funny