Tin Can

Tin can

There’s money and wealth
Figures and health
Statistics which annoy me to the bone

There’s happiness, sadness,
Irony and madness
But I kind of degress

Why can’t stay like this
Without changing a bit
It’s akward, don’t you think?

I’d rather lay side to side
And watch you

I’d rather lay side to side
Without touching you

While I want it
I can’t get it
It’s not something you order
Like a product you see in a shop

There are problems
Confusions, concussions
And bruises.
Until you finally get fed up

Then you walk straight out
Buy a chocolat bar
Stay home
With the curtons drawn

You are all alone
And you are home
It’s great to be like this

You are all alone
And you are home
You have the right to feel like shit

Well there’s got to be a reason
That there are four seasons
Which change the plan of prospect

I still got this can of hope
Tucked in neatly behind my back
I won’t open it, nor will I share
Where it is kept