Bad News Sticks

So much for apathy And scraping up your knees. The midwest is a tease, And missing out is universal. 'E' stands for everything, And 'bloody' means the same No matter where you live Or who you call when bad news sticks to you. Is it easy to believe That distance and disease Separate the six degrees? And the day will come When you make someone Make someone want to stay. Dress down the calendar, The fashion in decline. Pacific Standard Time is slow, So ask yourself: Am I a 'Lucky Star' Or am I 'Like a Prayer' Or do I even dare To peel away the off-white face again? You can see it on the screen, A guest in the machine Never saying what you mean. And the day will come when You make someone Make someone want to stay. Stay... Wanna stay...