Fat Times

You make all your lines with your pencil and follow with pen
You don't need an edge or a stencil; just what's in your head
It flows from your fingers, a fire of pride but instead, but instead, but instead, but instead
The lines that you draw have the angle but don't have the depth
The fine and the thick are just spangled around in a web
The forms and the shapes run together and I will confess, will confess, will confess, will confess

Well I know that these are fat times
But I feel thinner every day
And I hope it's just an outline
Of bigger things taking shape

The bread I could eat in the morning is my afternoon
Instead I will wait 'til the evening as hunger ensues
Mindful of what I am saving and what I consume, I consume, I consume, I consume

Well I know that these are fat times
But I feel thinner every day
And I hope it's just an outline
Of bigger things taking shape
Well I know that these are fat times
But I feel thinner every day
And I hope it's just an outline
Of bigger things taking shape

And since I can't draw for bread
I will write a song and sing instead
Make the universe believe I'm better off alive than dead
And since I can't draw for bread
I will write a song and sing instead
Make the universe believe I'm better off alive than dead

Well I know that these are fat times
But I feel thinner every day
And I hope it's just an outline
Of bigger things taking shape
Well I know that these are fat times
But I feel thinner every day
And I hope it's just an outline
Of bigger things taking shape



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Furlong
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