How did you come to conjecture
That I was on the precipice
Of turning it over
And diving headlong into, and out of this world
Now you know I never recovered
From the scary story you told
The joke I didn't laugh at
Oh, the joke was getting old
The proof that you pushed me
And me to eventually have to push back
Coldly unsettled
Feverish glances
Not understanding
What we are made of
And finally had to end it
Now onto greener pastures
On to warmer sunshine
On to real living
Out of my head again
Off of my rocker
La la..la la..la
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