Why can't I turn off my brain
and be stupidly, blissfully happy?
Why can't I just drain off the pain
and sing a song all sappy?
The clouds keep rollin' in
The sky keeps not turnin' blue
I can keep on bein' somethin' else
But never somethin' new.
...or maybe I'll just leave it alone. After all, things left alone have a tendency to turn into something else.