I took a bike to Panama
It was a 750 Yamaha
She was noisy but a damn good hog
And she died on a bed of straw
Things they never go as they're planned
My denial is in demand
Why do I bite the feeding hand
I shrink then I expand
Well this is so hard to explain
Just a feeling of guilt and shame
You never told me so I never change
Just an actor on your stage
And I don't wanna take you home
I just wanna leave
And I don't wanna write this song
I just wanna sing
You took my picture off the wall
And I can hear you in the bathroom stall
Why do you want me here at all
I feel big I feel small
You're always mad at me
Mad is something you're trying to be
I don't believe because you're just too sweet
Like a baby wrapped in a sheet
I took a bike to Panama
It was a 750 Yamaha
She was noisy but a damn good hog
And she died on a bed of straw
She died on a bed of straw
NT 🧿
2024-11-04 22:16:11 +0000 UTCDawn Mason
2024-11-04 22:16:06 +0000 UTC