Nothing makes me want to disappear
As when someone opens their mouth
It s just my luck
I get hit by a car
While carrying a cake
Dripping cherries
Onto pavement
Bride and groom on my face
I m not there like a ghost ship in a storm
It only figures
That I d ride my bike
Into wet cement
And as I m sinkin
The last thing that I think
Is did I pay my rent
I ride through like a ghost ship in a storm
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