I think too much.
Ink on my fingers, paint on my nose.
What I think, what I feel, nobody knows.
Dirt on my feet, rain on my hair.
Where I am, where I go, does anyone care?
Ink in my heart, paint in my mind.
What I think, what I feel, all axes to grind.
Dirt on my chin, rain on my cheeks.
Where I am, where I go, the future is bleak.
Inkstains and corncobs.
Mothballs and screws.
Old t-shirts, old lampshades.
I need something new!
Ink on my fingers, fresh from my pen.
What I think, what I feel, the gate is open.
Dirt on my feet, rain on my hair.
Where I am, where I go, I care, so there.
My rhyming really stucks lately. I gotta go back to non-rhyming. I just can't get these doodley rhymes out of my head! Ten thousand thundering typhoons.
What I think, what I feel, nobody knows.
Dirt on my feet, rain on my hair.
Where I am, where I go, does anyone care?
Ink in my heart, paint in my mind.
What I think, what I feel, all axes to grind.
Dirt on my chin, rain on my cheeks.
Where I am, where I go, the future is bleak.
Inkstains and corncobs.
Mothballs and screws.
Old t-shirts, old lampshades.
I need something new!
Ink on my fingers, fresh from my pen.
What I think, what I feel, the gate is open.
Dirt on my feet, rain on my hair.
Where I am, where I go, I care, so there.
My rhyming really stucks lately. I gotta go back to non-rhyming. I just can't get these doodley rhymes out of my head! Ten thousand thundering typhoons.
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