Squirrels

Good grief, I think I've gone insane They say you're pretty/witty, so how can I complain Driving off a cliff we'll riff 'bout the gravity I mean, isn't it a joke how we choke on all the serious things You travel the world to feed all the squirrels, just like all the other girls But you're so good at that Wearing my wig so you can steal a pig And I just want it back Oh dear, I fear you're going gray It's such a tragedy to end your life that way Sailing out to see just what sinking really means I swear, don't you even care about the air at trying times like these