I love when opportunity knocks
It rocks the stripes right outta my socks
I love the world and everything else
The trampolines and jingling bells

I'd love to say there's not a thing I detest
I'd love to tie a piece of string to the best of what I know and keep it near,
But I won't
I'd love to feel devoid of fear,
But I don't

And I prefer it that way I prefer it that way now

Living, living underneath a rock
Injuriously curious, the outline drawn in chalk

I know the words but don't understand the karaoke effigy man
Flamingo legs of yellow and green attached to grandma's sewing machine

I'd love to say it's only fair, but it's not
I'd love to form a perfect square
I forgot my love of rolling down the hill on the lawn
I never noticed it until it was gone

And I prefer it that way I prefer it that way now

Living, living underneath a rock
Living (under the catacomb)
In this (pile of styrofoam)
Outline drawn in chalk