You took a punt
On another hair-brained scheme
What situation
Must your mind be in
To think each step you take
Can a solution make
When your footfall
Corresponds to other peoples
Body blows
Given up trying
To work out your lying
You’re the one
Left with none
We can move on
Ignore the interfering dong
Of your bell
Sing our own song
And wish you well
Or not
But we’re done now
So thanks a lot
Its only memories we’ve got
But they can stop
And we can be free
From you
Its easy to see
You’re stuck in the ground
Like a rooted tree
But we’re leaves on a breeze
And we’ve stopped listening
To you
And your schemes
So goodnight old man
You’ve done all you can
But we’re fine
With just each other
Great siblings
And a mother
And, frankly, numerous lovers
To build our lives upon
Not fearing when you’ve gone
So get your friend on a phone
To jog on
And leave us in peace
Where we belong.
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