One Week How can I help it if I think youre funny when youre mad Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad Im the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral Cant understand what I mean? Well, you soon will I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve I have a history of taking off my shirt Its been one week since you looked at me Threw your arms in the air and said youre crazy Five days since you tackled me Ive still got the rug burns on both my knees Its been three days since the afternoon You realized its not my fault not a moment too soon Yesterday youd forgiven me And now I sit back and wait till you say youre sorry Chickity china the chinese chicken You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin Watchin x-files with no lights on, were dans la maison I hope the smoking mans in this one Like harrison ford Im getting frantic Like sting Im tantric Like snickers, guaranteed to satisfy Like kurasawa I make mad films Okay I dont make films But if I did theyd have a samurai Gonna get a set of better clubs Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs just so my Irons arent always flying off the back-swing Gotta get in tune with sailor moon Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes That make me think the wrong thing Its been one week since you looked at me Dropped your arms to your sides and said Im sorry Five days since I laughed at you And said you just did just what I thought you were gonna do Three days since the living room We realized were both to blame, but what could we do? Yesterday you just smiled at me Cause it’ll still be two days till we say were sorry It’ll still be two days till we say were sorry It’ll still be two days till we say were sorry

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September 2009