You’re going to have to cry a lot
Someday you’ll have to shoot to kill
Right now isn’t the time for that
Today there is no thrill.
You really need to breathe a bit
You’re going to have to take it slow,
Someday you’ll probably blurt it out
When they desire a lovely show.
Someday you’re going to want to fall
But you’ll have to take the shot
They will want you instantly better
Then find that you’re not.
One day you’ll just get drunk
Dance with everyone around
The moment they think you’re lost
Suddenly you’re found.