Panama (Patreon)

I took a bike to Panama

It was a 750 Yamaha

She was noisy but a damn good hog

And she died on a bed of straw

Things they never go as they're planned

My denial is in demand

Why do I bite the feeding hand

I shrink then I expand

Well this is so hard to explain

Just a feeling of guilt and shame

You never told me so I never change

Just an actor on your stage

And I don't wanna take you home

I just wanna leave

And I don't wanna write this song

I just wanna sing

You took my picture off the wall

And I can hear you in the bathroom stall

Why do you want me here at all

I feel big I feel small

You're always mad at me

Mad is something you're trying to be

I don't believe because you're just too sweet

Like a baby wrapped in a sheet

I took a bike to Panama

It was a 750 Yamaha

She was noisy but a damn good hog

And she died on a bed of straw

She died on a bed of straw