doted on like seeds planted in a row the untied shoelaces of your life nurtured all year then pressed in a book or displayed in bad taste at the table problems arise and you fan the fire while there's a wild pack of dogs loose in your house tonight cut from bad cloth or soiled like bad socks add it up and basically people never change they just talk and make plans in the dark or make haste with ideas that can't help but creep good people out as you talk to me too much you're assuming we don't always want what's right did i strike the right set of chords? you're annoyed the goal is to ignite you then move on you feel ill at ease. you got no squeeze and the wise cracks won't make you more stable you've learned your lines to scale and to time why must i remind you know i'm only less able cut from bad cloth or soiled like socks we're ordinary people we can't help but to change as we walk and make plans in the dark or make haste with the boy who can't help but creep good people out as you talk to me too much you're assuming we don't always want what's right