Trepid,Trapeze, and Turqoise

By Jeremy Wallace


I must have played the fool when the fool played me

What a fool I could be

How I shattered the line

 

I must have broke the rules when the rules broke me

How broke it could be

I’m right out of time

 

Well I couldn’t see it happening to me

A tee-box drive-ball going right through me

A hot dog-burger green becomes redder

A surrealist artist couldn’t explain better

 

I should have left your mom before your mom left me

What a sight it could be

Then I cried to the moon

 

I want to tell your mom I want her back with me

I want her back with me

Oh, why can’t she see

I’m no longer a fool