THAT AIN’T GONNA HAPPEN.

I’m one of those individuals

I don’t really want to know

I don’t know where I’m going to

And my conversation is a bore.

My therapist is a therapy

My shadow doesn’t have a choice

I want to lay down quietly

And die with little noise.

But that ain’t gonna happen

No that ain’t gonna happen.

I’m dying to think of ways to die

To turn the record off

It’s stuck and in a stutter mode

The singer’s hooping-cough.

I don’t know what is wrong with me

My life is in a rut

Whatever is happening so gradually

Just get on with doing the cut.

There’s no going forward no going back

The corner is in my head

The light’s on me in the middle of the dark

I’m alive inside the dead.

My therapist is in therapy

My shadow doesn’t have a choice

I want to lay down quietly

And die with little noise.