How's your bell-curve? Mine's right-skewed average low. Very low And the river - she has grown very high Fell from the sky And I'm wasted on cancer and bible school - not like you Yeah, you're wasted, full and drunk from too much rain And pain and anger at tumors like me If it would make you comfortable, I'd jump out of this tree Or maybe we could get married and be happy These few words could be the last we ever speak Do you think, maybe, you could love me or like me maybe? Maybe you'd look at me, you'd talk to me We could marry, live in this tree But it's unlikely. You don't like me
