I use my brain as a sponge
To soak up all the loose knots
I've created in my life
It's the frustration you feel
When the knot looks so simple but
You can't get it out no matter what
I soak up the blood too
Stupid jokes aren't to blame
They're forgotten
But the loose knots-they stay the same
They'll never die or fade away
You wouldn't believe how close the
Loose knots are to
The pool of misery
People don't know
They just don't know how it works