Night School

Party time!

I don't do no yoga, partner
Take your mat and please don't bother me
With all your longpaw lingo
Every night you know that we go
Bump and crash inside your bedroom
And, you know, we're running out of room

There you go talking like it's Saturday night
When the moon is just a sliver of a sliver of white
Well, you gotta pick 'em up
I know you gotta get your friends
Everybody stuff your pockets
This is never gonna end

My mind is misshapen, yeah
I said, all my thoughts are walking out on me
They don't wanna pay no rent
When the windows are all falling out
You filled your bathtub full of sin
Why would you think that you would ever be clean
Again

There you go thinking like it's Saturday night
When the moon is just a tiny ball of incandescent light
I know I'm not Sinatra, but please let me be frank
I ain't got no schooling but I'm much smarter than you'd think

My mind is leaking out my ears
Ideas are marching up my face
This place just can't control itself
Our wealth is all disguised as pity

Author's Note

Sorry about the bad Frank Sinatra joke. haha