A Collection Of Words

If I begged you walk with me a mile Would you walk with me a few Accused imprisoned and on trial Would I be visited by you Do you practice what you preach Or you can’t do and so you teach Do the trees obscure your view Till you know not what you do Would you walk with me a few If you’re called first Would you come last Do you see a half empty glass Is there a bird you’ve tried to grasp Are there roses you walk passed If you’re called first Would you come last In your haste Did you make waste Does your nose still spite your face Do you go but with His grace You may not win But try to place With that said I rest my case Yes You’re A Dumpster fire in action With a car crash type attraction Passersby all break their necks Just trying to see what you’ll do next As you stroll down the avenue While we’re all wondering what you’ll do But all in all I must confess You’re an adorable hot mess Yes all in all I must confess You’re an ador-a-ble hot mess You’re an ador-a-ble hot mess Yes all in all I must confess You’re an ador-a-ble hot mess (Outro)