Tuning: Fool enough to almost be it Cool enough to not quite see it Doomed Pick your pockets full of sorrow and run away with me tomorrow June We'll try and ease the pain somehow we'll feel the same no one knows where our secrets go I sing a heart to all my dearies When your life is so so dreary Dream I'm rumored to the straight and narrow While the harlots of my perils Scream And I fail but when I can I will Try to understand that when I can I will Solo Mother weep the tears I'm missin All our time can't be given Back Shot my mouth and strike the demons That cursed you and your reasons Out of hand and out of season Out of love and out of feeling So Bad When I can I will Words defy the plans When I can I will Fool enough to almost be it Cool enough to not quite see it And dull enough to always feel it Always old I always feel this No more promise no more sorrow No longer will I follow Can anybody hear me I just want to be me And when I can I will Try to understand That when I can I will