creeping at the heel i can't feel my grace
maybe it's better this way
my toes all itching all up through my socks
and i'm keeling like a half-dead fish
i'll never dance and not perfectly
i'm know i'll be dead tomorrow
what difference does it make
it's getting worse each time
just to get my foot in the air my foot in the air
i think i'm crawling crawling out i want to cry
and i'm thinking my feet are a big fat ache
i think i'm crawling crawling out i want to cry
so what have i been i ailing myself
must be the bagel i ate inside of me
quesy i'm not okay quesy i'm not okay
feeling oh so depraved so long so what have i been ailing myself