vistas 27

Oh Me, Oh My

Streetlight Manifesto


Woe is me
I swear that we had it but everyone wouldn’t agree
That we never had a thing (we never did)
Our dying words will be exaggerations
Of what we said and what we did

The ticking of the clock
Eventually it stops

Oh me, oh my
Goodness gracious, what a lie
Where everyone’s running around like they don’t have a clue
What they will do now that it’s through
And the ending is in sight
Oh my goodness me, oh my
It’s late and it’s time to say goodnight
Oh my goodness me, oh my

Our disease
Though feasibly, easily curable, I will agree that it’s not something we overfeed
The truth will be told, the lies will unfold
And anything anyone will ever ignore will come back up to settle old scores
The writings on the wall says eventually we fall
And even romans know
That everything (everything), everything (everything) goes