note to self


this could be the last time you see me here.
i've got a ticket and the road seems clear.
i made a promise I'll take on the chin,
get off my sorry ass and do my thing.

my life in a bag my heart for a rose.
i'll take the first then i'll borrow some more.
it was the last thing you said to me,
get off your sorry ass and do your thing.

thirty years i've been climbing a wall.
just to find a view the same as before.
so here's a lesson i'll give you for free,
get off your sorry ass and do your thing.

the world may seem crazy, it may seem cruel.
it doesn't watch your back, or play to your rules.
so summer, autumn, winter or spring,
get off your sorry ass and do your thing.

you could choose to be a leaf in the wind
your life in a bubble playing with pins.
if you can't choose between a thief or a king
get off your sorry ass and do your thing.