An octave too high
One too many
An unsavoury pie
"how to spell serengeti"
It's a big world; often frustrating
Some people get over it by meditating
But some people may pray, some people just hope,
Some people 48, and some people just cope.
Where are the promises that I was given that could make this easier?
Promises are fragile, finite, and futile
Promises are fragile, finite, and futile
Promises are fragile, finite, and futile
You know I'll say goodbye, but I'll say it again
I could say it's over, but my darling, it just began.