St. George

You make these rules
Then you get bored
You break the board
And you swallow the pieces
Your treasure hoard
Of smart retorts
Is waning on a daily basis
How did we think
This would be a good idea?
Stuck in the orbit of an infantile love

You're not St. George
I won't be wrestled
I'm tired and sore
I want off this vessel

You lose your cool
Recuse your Id
But I keep this plate spinning
Don't you know it's not about what you did?
It's just the way you did it
How did we think
This would be a good idea?
Stuck in the orbit of an infantile love

You're not St. George
I won't be wrestled
I'm tired and sore
I want off this vessel

You make these rules
Then you get bored
You break the board
And you swallow the pieces



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