Broken Bell

I sit and do a drawing
 A portrait of my dad
 
 I should really visit him
 Before he is dead
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 Cause we are getting old
 Our cells just won't divide like they're told
 And I'm not really good at this kind of thing
 Should I take the advice of the
 graffiti on the wall telling me to "go suck it"
 Or should I listen to the voices ringing in my head like a broken bell
 Can I meet someone nice on the other
 side looking for more than just a good time
 But I don't think it's fine to expect that
 the universe was born with such a good temper
 I sit and do a drawing
 A portrait of my mom as a child
 I wish we could just get along like we used to
 
 Cause we are getting older
 Our cells just won't divide like they told us
 And I'm not very good at this kind of thing
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 No, I'm not really good at this