Why Do I Try - Horse Feathers

I will not allow us

To rot, wither, foul, or to fade

On account of your dream

That a baby would be likely made

I’ll father all this weight

I’ll take a pound or two

Than lay it on a son

To light another fuse

I will not allow him

To rot, wither, foul, or to fade

All the thoughts

Bedding down for the night

Help me out

I would love for you to

Every night

It was black or was blue

Make haste leaving

Make haste, leave or go

On and on…

Tell me why do you try hanging on?

I had bought into the thought

Of a wish, plan, and state

On account of your dream that

Our meeting could be more than fate

I’ll father all this weight

I’ll take a pound or two

Than lay it on a son

To light another fuse

I will not allow him

To rot, wither, foul, or to fade

Help me out

I would love for you to

Every night

It was black or was blue

Make haste leaving

Make haste, leave or go

On and on…

Tell me why do i try hanging on?