Here I sit with a broken heart,
with what I thought was just a fart,
at a piano slightly out of tune,
finishing a song for a girl leaving in June,
she's all about something because I see her online,
I'm not so sure she wants to be mine,
but she makes me laugh and her ass is great,
I spend hours with blistered palms just to masturbate,
well I dunno is she gives a flip or not,
my kids say dad you write alot,
oh pave me a road to her hair,
so I can pull that shit and grab me a pair,
lovely day oh lark in flight,
that's enough of this shit, good night.
