Stab

Make it a time
Make it anytime
Make sure that it's not the only kind
That others find

I've got a mind
I've got half a mind
To shut down the whole system at the spine
With fishing line

I'm really glad
There's a grasp to grab
It's only a stab in a wet paper bag
Is that so bad?

I wrote a song
It was slow and long
I wrote the words and the music wrong
But life goes on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on