Overhead
Jonathan Coulton
Once in a while I go out of my way
To kill you a little
I'm sick or your smile, your nothing to say
Your monkey, your middle
You see me overhead
As I go by
You talk so cold and dead
And still you wonder why
Once in a while I go out of my way
To kill you a little
I'm sick or your smile, your nothing to say
Your monkey, your middle
You are my overhead
It makes me cry
You buy some folding bed
And still you wonder why
Once in a while I go out of my way
To kill you a little
I'm sick or your smile, your nothing to say
Your monkey, your middle
You fall heel over head
And though you try
You just get old instead
And still you wonder why
Once in a while I go out of my way
To kill you a little