Spaghetti For Breakfast

Some days I make spaghetti again Some times even for breakfast Brew a coffee and drain the fat Watch it grow cold calmly Oh if I could I'd be in the wood Roots in my sheets They'd tie up both my knees Leaves would be my soot When I die of flame in the wood Some days pain don't go away Even though I know it's in my silly little brain Even if I try to act real tough I am plagued calmly Some days I play together again Some times it's with my own friends Am I wicked I worry I grow surly calmly