A Stroke at 35 Years Old

A stroke at 35 years old Was his teenage dream come true At last that snowdrift innocence At last that misty youth A stroke at 35 years old Every bitter, sad deceit Went billowing forever through The dazzling streetlight scene Make your bed and (Monday) never lie in it Make your bed and (twelve) never lie in it Truth's whatever gets you out of conflict Make your bed and (Monday) never lie in it Make your bed and (I love you) never lie in it Truth can disappear and leave a perfect slit A stroke at 35 years old And the slate had been wiped clean The quickest route to virtue Is to bury who you've been Make your bed and (Monday) never lie in it Make your bed and (twelve) never lie in it Truth's whatever gets you out of conflict Make your bed and (Monday) never lie in it Make your bed and (I love you) never lie in it Truth can disappear and leave a perfect slit