FREEDOM FROM MY TREE

I don’t like this
I’m sick mom please don’t make me go
The wine tastes funny
That hour drags on for so long

Tomorrow I will
Tomorrow I will find the time to eat cheese in Rome
But today I gotta
I gotta read so I can weave a net for safety. Hey!

Oh my God, I’m gonna die
It’s like being pushed through a hollow wiffle ball bat
Forced through by time, by blood no turning back
I need freedom from my tree

I do I suppose
Some chemical in my blood caused me to propose
Two kids, six figs
Picket fences and a pool to wow the neighbors

I can’t believe I
Wake up at the crack of dawn to listen to you
You can’t fire me I quit
I’m asking you I’m beggin you to tell them I quit. Hey!

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