Mayonaise - Fruit Bats

Fool enough to almost be it

Cool enough to not quite see it

Doomed

Pick your pocket full of sorrow

And run away with me tomorrow

June

We’ll try to ease the pain

Somehow, we’ll feel the same

Well, no one knows

Where our secrets go

I send a heart to all my dearies

When your love is oh so dreary

Dream

I’m rumored to the straight and narrow

While the harlots of my perils

Scream

I fail

But when I can, I will

Try to understand

The way I can, I will

Mother, weep the years I’m missing

All this time that can’t be given back

Shut my mouth and strike the demons

Cursed you and your reason

Out of hand and out of season

Out of love and out of feeling so bad

When I can, I will

Words defy the plans

And when I can, I will

Fool enough to almost be it

Cool enough to not quite see it

Old enough to always be it

Always older, I’ll always feel this

No more promise, no more sorrow

No longer will I follow

Can anybody hear me?

I just want to be me

When I can, I will

Try to understand

The way I can, I will