Hopes and Other Misses

The man with his fetish, like a baby with its blanket, has security
Fooled by the dribble of worry and waste
Voices berate me into making up stories that just don’t fly
While the moon-eyed girl blossoms in the scattered moments of jubilation
Hope never leaves you alone
I wish I were full of donuts rather than existential dread

The man with his fetish, like a baby with its blanket, has security  
Fooled by the dribble of worry and waste
Voices berate me into making up stories that just don’t fly 
While the moon-eyed girl blossoms in the scattered moments of jubilation

Fooled by the dribble of worry and waste
Hope never leaves you alone  
While the moon-eyed girl blossoms in the scattered moments of jubilation
I wish I were full of donuts rather than existential dread 

Hope never leaves you alone
Voices berate me into making up stories that just don’t fly 
I wish I were full of donuts rather than existential dread 
The man with his fetish, like a baby with its blanket, has security 

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