When life hands you lemons
Generosity is its name
Nauseatingly yellow
Enough to make you lame
Drop one, drop two, drop three
Hitting heavily as boulders
The rain so thick you cannot breathe
Tears can find no shoulders
A failure for each thought
Your brain is fuzzy with static
Jaw, hands, and toes tremble and tense
Nightmares systematic
Everything and nothing
Cannot decide which to pursue
Because you have naught but a seed
Hopes you shouldn’t peruse
With those caustic lemons
They tell you to make lemonade
But they don’t know you need sugar
Before glasses are laid
Generosity is its name
Nauseatingly yellow
Enough to make you lame
Drop one, drop two, drop three
Hitting heavily as boulders
The rain so thick you cannot breathe
Tears can find no shoulders
A failure for each thought
Your brain is fuzzy with static
Jaw, hands, and toes tremble and tense
Nightmares systematic
Everything and nothing
Cannot decide which to pursue
Because you have naught but a seed
Hopes you shouldn’t peruse
With those caustic lemons
They tell you to make lemonade
But they don’t know you need sugar
Before glasses are laid
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