i’m driving into a fog of white, my driver will decipher wrong from right, i’ve given up on intuition, trusting my senses just never made sense.
ink to the paper, i sign my will, my lawyer not much older than your brother, still, i get a good feeling when you look over and give me the nod.
(you seem to say)
it’s all okay sarah, we’ve got the wheel
it’s all okay sarah, we know how you feel
it’s all okay sarah, we’ve got good news
here’s 15 quick ways to cure your blues
the money, the wealth, it kept me young, i bought my success i was underneath the thumb of all things synthetic, i’m closing the curtains taking my valium.
i’ve scheduled my exit, master planned by the corporation in which we stand, oh i’ve made all the necessary appointments, i’m calling the services to cancel my phone