Mayonaise

                                       Fool enough to almost be it
                                      Cool enough to not quite see it
                                             Doomed
                                      Pick your pockets full of sorrow
                                     And run away with me tomorrow
                                               June

                                       We'll try and ease the pain
                                     But somehow we'll feel the same
                                          Well, no one knows
                                         Where our secrets go

                                      I send a heart to all my dearies
                                      When your life is so, so dreary
                                              Dream
                                   I'm rumored to the straight and narrow
                                      While the harlots of my perils
                                              Scream

                                             And I fail
                                         But when I can, I will
                                          Try to understand
                                         That when I can, I will

                                     Mother weep the years I'm missing
                                       All our time can't be given
                                               Back
                                    Shut my mouth and strike the demons
                                     That cursed you and your reasons
                                      Out of hand and out of season
                                      Out of love and out of feeling
                                              So bad

                                          When I can, I will
                                         Words defy the plans
                                          When I can, I will

                                       Fool enough to almost be it
                                    And cool enough to not quite see it
                                    And old enough to always feel this
                                      Always old, I'll always feel this

                                     No more promise no more sorrow
                                         No longer will I follow
                                         Can anybody hear me
                                          I just want to be me
                                          When I can, I will
                                          Try to understand
                                         That when I can, I will