Things That Look Like Mistakes

Play me something that feels like Dancing in my socks With my third glass of wine, and Play me something that makes me forget That I gotta save up Gotta pay for my casket My body is a student house With a mycologist, psychologist and painter chilling out And they are in the heat of a debate And the noise is keeping me awake So play me a song that makes me feel like I'm home Where neighbours are nice And the monsteras grow Play me something that feels like Dancing in my socks With my third glass of wine, and Play me something that makes me forget That I gotta save up Gotta pay for my casket Play me something that feels like Dancing in my socks With my third glass of wine, and Play me something that makes me forget That I gotta save up Gotta pay for my casket Feels like they're depending on my slowly ending A slight sense of decay I don't like where it's heading Embrace the imperfect unfolding of nature But purposelessness don't really feel worth defending Feel time slowly passing From pain everlasting I don't know what to say, every day How my past stings I write little poems each day inside my head My only conclusion I don't want to die yet Met some crust punks at the black metal show With the long hair on stage, they screamed 'If tomorrow I'm gonna be haunted Today I'm gonna be free' I awoke to the dawn chorus glow Heard the birds singing to the trees 'Tomorrow, I can be haunted But today, I'm gonna be free!' So, play me something that feels like Dancing in my socks With my third glass of wine, and Play me something that makes me forget That I gotta save up Gotta pay for my casket Play me something that feels like Dancing in my socks With my third glass of wine, and Play me something that makes me forget That I gotta save up Gotta pay for my casket Gotta pay for my casket I gotta save up Gotta pay for my casket