Aint Got Much

I'm lying in my bed trying to teach myself about lonliness That it doesn't need a man to fix it This is hard I've lost interest in trying to fix things and rather ponder them Than work them, than work them out out Everytime you come around I aint got much to say to you ur too pretty to be fun No I aint got much to say to u Everytime you come around I aint got much to say to you you're boring me comeon! No I aint got much to say to you I used to work my math problems out like a rabbit running from wild teeth Quick and all over the place see The teachers would get mad Saying Look at this slop y scribble Though most times the answers would be Right But because I went so Sometimes the one didn't carry or it looked like a seven Everytime you come around I aint got much to say to you You're stillborn in a gun I aint got much to say to you Wanna a man to peel and eat me down the way the ocean swallows the sun your gone I've come no i aint got much to say to you I've been told to slow down a lot in my life... The fat lady in the rocker says when she teaches me how to feel It's not about what but how when I don't breathe right Slow with the ribs, otherwise the notes sound wrong But The stillness scares me When I was a child When my father was still I'd hold his nose, make