Fat Times

You make all your lines with your pencil and follow with pen You don't need an edge or a stencil; just what's in your head It flows from your fingers, a fire of pride but instead, but instead, but instead, but instead The lines that you draw have the angle but don't have the depth The fine and the thick are just spangled around in a web The forms and the shapes run together and I will confess, will confess, will confess, will confess Well I know that these are fat times But I feel thinner every day And I hope it's just an outline Of bigger things taking shape The bread I could eat in the morning is my afternoon Instead I will wait 'til the evening as hunger ensues Mindful of what I am saving and what I consume, I consume, I consume, I consume Well I know that these are fat times But I feel thinner every day And I hope it's just an outline Of bigger things taking shape Well I know that these are fat times But I feel thinner every day And I hope it's just an outline Of bigger things taking shape And since I can't draw for bread I will write a song and sing instead Make the universe believe I'm better off alive than dead And since I can't draw for bread I will write a song and sing instead Make the universe believe I'm better off alive than dead Well I know that these are fat times But I feel thinner every day And I hope it's just an outline Of bigger things taking shape Well I know that these are fat times But I feel thinner every day And I hope it's just an outline Of bigger things taking shape