Both of my eyes are a bloodshot red,
And when they close they see the same thing,
My teeth are falling out,
But I can do without,
It would be smart to keep my mouth shut,
I wonder is everything we do just a reflex,
Like a plastic hammer against a kneecap?
Whenever I tried that my leg always stayed still,
I couldn’t stop this train of thought,
Even with the brakes at full pelt,
It would be just my luck,
If the chances that I never took,
Amount to something in the mix up.