Springtime comes storms and showers daffodils surprise
You wake and walk with a lighter step
This could be your day
Come the night the demons take flight
Whispering doubt, unmerry havoc
Pegged out to drown in the rising tide
Nothing gets out alive

This is not what you want
This is not what you expected
The passing of time, those stupid cloks
Going tick fucking tick fucking tock
There is so little time in which to love

The tide pulls out leaving guts behind
And your precious poetry collection
You cling to paintings of abstract flailings
The day lady died

Here come the waves those high deep spring tides
Pegged out to drown in the rising tide
Nothing gets out alive

This is not what you want
This is not what you expected
The passing of time, the stupiod clocks
Going tick fucking tick fucking tock
Oh frank, oh frank, love's not your's to have
You drove too fast and crashed it

The drive from new York to nowhere
Going fast fast faster still
Gone

There is so little time in which to love.