Worms

Remember the day you were born and all that you did was whine?
Who could have guessed it foreshadowed that you don’t have a spine?
You look directly through the eyes
But still won’t see, until you get them pryed
So drop that key, cause you will never be
The one who bears the fruit filled tree
Then the worms crawl in and the worms crawl out
And make you one with the soil while you’re six feet underground
Maybe life’s so good that you think you wanna kiss it
But face it, when you’re dead you won’t be thinking that you miss it
You live in a sack full of gases and different types of slime
And every decision you make creates rifts in space and time
You look around for someone sane
To keep your days from turning sun to rain
Then time is gone, along with her embrace,
Unfinished thoughts and tombstone space
Then the worms crawl in and the worms crawl out
And make you one with the soil while you’re six feet underground
Maybe life’s so good that you think you wanna kiss it
But face it, when you’re dead you won’t be thinking that you miss it