Maladjusted you are
Seeking life's simple pleasures
A beloved to kiss
And embrace in cold weather
A piano staccato and
The warm taste of tea
Will ease you
Momentarily
Maladjusted you are
Trying to make right decisions
Staying at home
Hoping the rain breaks the silence
You lean out the window
To watch the yellow bird sing
But it leaves you quick to
Your suffering
When the sun is drowned
You'll awake to unfriendly sounds
But all you have to do is hope
And pray, they say
Maladjusted you are
Awaiting life's second chances
And You already know
All the definitive answers
The place you had hoped
To be at twenty-three
Is the final act of
Your tragedy
Maladjusted you are
Wishing to come into being
Slightly uncertain
Of the wish that you're making
Dying's an art
Like everything else
And only you can
Save yourself
When the sun is drowned
You'll awake to unfriendly sounds
But all you have to do is hope
And pray, they say