Woodchuck - Crywank

How much wood could I chuck if I gave a flying fuck about chucking bits of wood?

I wonder if I would, or would I just do the same and say it’s what I do when I

don’t do it everyday?

Just take the process as my name and now I feel ashamed

When I say it’s what I am I am lying to your face!

I’d like to say I’m what I love but if I loved chucking wood, I don’t think

that I would chuck enough

Oh if Peter Piper picks a peck of pickled peppers, does Peter pick them forever?

And does the pepper picking really define our Peter Piper?

Now would I still be a Woodchuck if like Peter I picked peppers but I chucked

wood when I could

And should I give a flying fuck if you see a pepper picker or you see a

woodchuck?

It’d be nice to be defined by what we love but I don’t think that we think that

we’re good enough

We’re all imposters who’ve been riding on luck, posturing until the day that

we’re eventually shown up

Pray tell the shadows of what we project to be affixed to us

A pessimistic pest exists amidst us

Face fears they find out your fakery

I think you are where you deserve to be

When definition wields weight over you

Know rational people feel like they’re faking it too