And I am not a Pokemon you see
I cannot just evolve into something that I wasn't born to be
And neither can I grow
a HUGE pair of wings to soar
And leap out of this water just because you think it so
Fly around in circles, not minding if I choke
Gather hay and branches, carry them in my gills
Then build us a cozy nest, in the very nextest tree
I do wish we had more time to let grow that cherry tree.
You cannot provide me...with a housing anemone
Nor can I feed our offsping...on worms and flies alone
The passion of the moment?
The remembrance of good times?
I know this is all worth it
but I AM wasting your time
And I tell you we're just great
And you say it'll all make sense
And I buy it. I Believe it.
then somehow faith just lets go.
When I come into the kitchen
and open up the fridge
I see fish and chicken in it
But they're as dead as death can be.
Have you ever seen a recipe
that includes both wings and fins?
If they don't belong together...
Why should we let it be?