Aspirations

Settle ways that figure you should linger off the sound
I'm the funniest joke around
Let it wait, until I can find a pinecone
Nature holds the answers to all our questions

If it ever comes down to it, you'll never have to fall

The father waits, off his second botched abortion
He's held down by his high school aspirations
The wicked fate that I cannot help but mention
I'm side-tracked, blindfolded and distracted



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Scanga
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