Trusting those good intentions
But lack of action does not surprise.
So keep on singing sweetly
For I enjoy those little white lies.
Whisper now, so softly.
So I can forget your lack of brains.
Expectations are low,
So expect my lack of pain
When the world shifts on its axis,
When the shit hits the fan,
When your expectations betray you
And nothing goes to plan.
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