A Pleasant Bummer - You, Me, And Everyone We Know

They say it’s all about perspective

Well how’s this?

Twenty years on, depressive and my shirts don’t fit

I think I’ve started dwelling

On the equivalent of the spelling

When I know the meaning

It’s just a word I have trouble reading

If you’re on the road right now

By God I hope you packed a sweater

You’re gonna be really disappointed

If you held hope for better weather

But kin like us we grow so tough

Our skin gets thick as heavy leather

Yeah, we’re doomed and blessed, I guess

You tend to feel a bit defective

When you miss most every mark expected

You know some say that I deserve this

I’m fast at peace now, at least for the moment

Until the next crowd looks on and wonder as they ask how

I turn my self over like a rock

So you can all see just what’s under

Every single creepy crawly

Will have you itching as you wonder

Are you solid like the rock or more prone to break asunder?

Yeah I’m doomed, I’m blessed, I guess