Barnacle Goose
& I'm frustrated with myself
But I can't change
I don't want to be me anymore
& All of the tics & tocs & clicks of clocks
That tell the time tell me this is just a phase
& Everything every day
That's been scraping away
At the side of my brain
Can't come to form a thought except...
& All the thoughts I think I've saved
Here for days that remain
Just keep eating away
& I still can't sleep sing...
Why can't you tell me what I wanna hear
To help me get some rest
Oh my darling dear?
The songs of the birds
Don't bring calmness no more
Oh no, no they don't sing
& None of the girls seem to think you're cool
It's probably because you smell bad
A skin disease won't get you
Nowhere these days
It's true, it's sad but true
& Everything every day
That's been scraping away
At the side of my brain
Can't come to form a thought except...
& All of the thoughts I think I've saved
Here for days that remain
Just keep eating away
& I still can't sleep I sing...
We're going to make plans
We have plans to make plans
We're going to do it right
We've locked it in our sights
I'll la-dee-da & they can dum-dee-day
We'll tra-la-la all night and day we'll go far
& If I write enough
& think about it it'll happen
It's not as tough as mom said
As it so happens
Your analyst lied to you when
She told you the truth
About boys, fear, open sores
& Things that are simple
Like opening doors
& All the thoughts I think I've saved here
For days that remain
Just eat eat eat away
& I still can't sleep/sing
But I can't change
I don't want to be me anymore
& All of the tics & tocs & clicks of clocks
That tell the time tell me this is just a phase
& Everything every day
That's been scraping away
At the side of my brain
Can't come to form a thought except...
& All the thoughts I think I've saved
Here for days that remain
Just keep eating away
& I still can't sleep sing...
Why can't you tell me what I wanna hear
To help me get some rest
Oh my darling dear?
The songs of the birds
Don't bring calmness no more
Oh no, no they don't sing
& None of the girls seem to think you're cool
It's probably because you smell bad
A skin disease won't get you
Nowhere these days
It's true, it's sad but true
& Everything every day
That's been scraping away
At the side of my brain
Can't come to form a thought except...
& All of the thoughts I think I've saved
Here for days that remain
Just keep eating away
& I still can't sleep I sing...
We're going to make plans
We have plans to make plans
We're going to do it right
We've locked it in our sights
I'll la-dee-da & they can dum-dee-day
We'll tra-la-la all night and day we'll go far
& If I write enough
& think about it it'll happen
It's not as tough as mom said
As it so happens
Your analyst lied to you when
She told you the truth
About boys, fear, open sores
& Things that are simple
Like opening doors
& All the thoughts I think I've saved here
For days that remain
Just eat eat eat away
& I still can't sleep/sing
Credits
Writer(s): Luke Michael Charles Lalonde, Mitchell Derosier, Steven Paul Hamelin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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