Romantic Period

What am I to do? I don't know Always positioned in (this/dis)position Related to a not-so-serious feeling something better than coquettish And dug next to the rest, that hole I dig my own grave on occasion One of the worst feelings, I must admit And oh how it just shows on your countenance Seldom my fain, more than not I chase it After all this time I'm still ill-positioned Farewell, bud, I'm going home To finally catch some time alone And watch the world pass underneath The Romantic Period history Farewell, bud, I'm going home To finally catch some time alone And watch the world pass underneath The Romantic Period history I tidy up, I settle down And then I'll fire another round It didn't hurt, I didn't scream Create a false reality Farewell, bud, I'm going home To finally catch some time alone And watch the world pass underneath The Romantic Period history Farewell, bud, I'm going home To finally catch some time alone And watch the world pass underneath The Romantic Period history Farewell, bud, I'm going home To finally catch some time alone And watch the world pass underneath The Romantic Period history Farewell, bud, I'm going home To finally catch some time alone And watch the world pass underneath The Romantic Period history