Haphazardly,
Tumbling hard,
Fall right down,
Laugh out loud,
All in the scheme of things,
We're looking up growing tall,
(It's like pulling one hair)
You are what you are to me,
(With wet fingers)
In my eyes you're a star,
(Petroleum jelly)
You're something I'll never be,
(And watch the rain dance)
You're something I'm frightened of,
(I've got to get clean,
The rain will cleanse me,
And I've got to wash these filthy hands.)

Because it's all just a futile plan,
That'd mean I'd have to believe again,
It's like a career to breathe,
An existence I can't concieve,
Emotionless as in slug,
In my imagined oblivion,
(It's as much fun as poking at a nerve)
You'd swear that I could walk and talk,
(No one wants to fail but no one wants to work)
But I doubt you will ever,
(Vocabulary test is graded on a curve)
Ever prove enough,
(Smartest kid is stupid, word is never heard)
I doubt you'll ever prove it!
(I've got to get clean, the rain will cleanse me,
and I've got to wash these filthy hands,
All these thought and feelings are for naught,
Unappealing so you expect them to dull and fade,
Still they remain caught waiting for the rain,
Time devours life with my soul as the defendant,
Don't catch me if I fall,
I may have jumped,
You never know,
You don't know me at all.)