I've spent Forever planning a Crisis

Try and not let it consume me (if she's not well) Then neither can I be She calls me up (her methods on the phone) Are fully to scream As if I'm hard of hearing (I am not the man I saw) He who had no ears To hang those white elastic bands on I go We'll be on stage in the garden All of her children As we die for Mr. Jensen Look, ma (look, ma) I am an accommodating swan (My head is bowing down) And I dance and dip and tumble for you (For you) How can her gaze in realtime (Look like the smell of acetone?) (Look like the smell of acetone?) Oh, to be so back-assword happy (Spring can really hang you up the most) (Spring can really hang you up the most) A vein pops out of her forehead, I (I see it rendering and svelte) (I see it rendering and svelte) If she goes lazy again What about the rocks in the palm of her hand? I don't We'll be on stage in the garden All of her children As we die for Mr. Jensen Look, ma Look, ma Look, ma