I hope you understand this is all part of the plan,not my design, but with reason and rhymeplaying out across time, a poem unwinding,words…
I’m a bad man, sit on a tin can, make a plan without standing for anything,pretend to care, but in my heart of hearts am empty, easily…
Air sharp, ground firm, I’d ask your mind but you’d have to turn and look me in the eyeYou look awayYou hear me, but don’t want to know what I’m saying