crumble

can’t sleep, stomach aching

i just want to ... blank ...
i just want to blank ... blank

forget it then, forget the trinkets
forget the women and girls
forget the new band, that can wait
for never, i’m not a flake, maybe next time
i won’t make any more promises, everything can wait

the vacation is non-refundable
but the quease is on the house
writing helps, i’ve read
to ease the quease
as long as everything’s unplugged

where’d that carrot go?
oh, it must be in the mud
where’d that rabbit go?
oh, he’s wooden after all