These days I seem to think about the things I forgot to do for you and all the times I had a chance to.
I taught myself to play the piano, because I wanted to play it.
I’m going to be a happy idiot and struggle for the legal tender.
You would think with all the genius and the brilliance of these times, we might find a higher purpose and a better use of mind.
You measure peace with guns, progress in megatons. Who's left when the war is won?
I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, it could be that I've lost my way.