how's your bell-curve?
mine's right-skewed average low very low
and the river - she has grown very high
fell from the sky
and i'm wasted on cancer and bible school - not like you
yeah, you're wasted, full and drunk from too much rain
and pain and anger at tumors like me
if it would make you comfortable, i'd jump out of this tree,
or maybe we could get married and be happy
these few words could be the last we ever speak
do you think, maybe, you could love me or like me maybe?
maybe you'd look at me, you'd talk to me,
we could marry, live in this tree
but it's unlikely you don't like me,
and i don't like me, and it's unlikely