Gone to the Sentaur
Fifteen paces in and only seventeen
Walking to the garden, I was sickly, sickly
Eighteen paces in I'm still a stately June
Nineteen paces in I've made a fool of myself
Oooh, I was wandering the streets
Now I'm wandering the halls
I'm a loner, I'm a fraud
I'm a clumsy little mess
I'm not made out to be the sum of my parts