Someone said that there's a big plan Thought up by some big man And you know it isn't likely that it’s quite that easy
I swear it, though I cannot name him, Someone ought to blame him For his false portrayal, the supreme betrayal of it all
If you're a blot in the margins like me, Then hold on to my hand We've got a chance at rewriting the whole thing all over again We'll take the plan and we'll write the whole thing again
Someone said you ought to work hard Though it's not in your cards To be something awesome, some buds just don't blossom pretty
Who says that's all we are, A careless splotch on the edge of the script, Bleeding through the fibers and encroaching on it?
If you're a blot in the margins like me, Then hold on to my hand We've got a chance at rewriting the whole thing all over again
Who says that's all we are, A careless splotch on the edge of the script, Bleeding through the fibers and encroaching on it?
Well, I say we spread and soak All the pages we've read, Bend the lines till they've broken down And I'll bet that they'll come around
If you're a blot in the margins like me, Then hold on to my hand We've got a chance at rewriting the whole thing all over again We'll take the plan and we'll write the whole thing again We'll take the plan and we'll write the whole thing again