It’s too nice
and I don’t trust it
i’ve become a cynic
I just walked Camron
just around the block
I sweat; it’s pretty
it’s pretty and nice
and I don’t trust it
i’ve become a cynic
I remember longing
for days like this
hearing music on the street
rolling Camron to the beat
walking slow
seeing summer coam around
it’s really nice
and I don’t trust it
Like George Bush saying something right
and turning day into a long night
I don’t trust it
i’ve become a cynic,
afraid of beauty
afraid of this one’s
new tomorrow
afraid of beauty
sowing sorrow
knowing that i’m silly
not embracing what is, what’s now;
the devil take tomorrow
I can deal with sorrow
when it comes
why bother with it now
why bother with it now
why bother with it now
