Everything Just Right


Don't want to go to bed pretending
These people ever treat me kind
My double feature has reached its ending
I'm not the type to just rewind

There's a bus leaving from the station
Just about half past ten tonight
And it will send me where I want to go
If I do everything just right

My life it plays on like an eight track
Full of songs I cannot stand
Just like Elvis singing Gospel
An oxymoron out of hand


I'm a book missing from the library
I'm misfiled, I'm out of place
I still have a fucking eight track
I'm a dog shot out to space


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