We know what's good for us, but then we think it snows
In late September, when our temporal oceans swell
And we show up in places, first in line, for the first time
Caught off guard, People and lights, spares and strikes
Your tongue is your enemy, as you flounder like fish
Knowing what to say, but writing it down instead
I think we've been here before, at another peculiar door
Though the beat master and the computer haven't met
Telling yourself, knowing that this could end badly
But chasing your tail or tomorrow, whichever which it is
Hello, I like you, but I seem to have forgotten my name
Have you seen it on your way in, No well, that's just swell
No one expects much, but finds ways of hoping for everything
Or just little bit, Most people find they will take that too
Often though, we just like complicated, nicknamed adventure
Puzzles we cannot find the pieces to, but fail to throw away
Sometimes trapped in opposite boxes, You find your spare parts
Life is crazy like that, a chaotic, neurotic, enduring and beautiful mess
Of which everyone must survive, but no one knows quite why
To just be stopping in one day, to find that everything has changed
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