F.F.F.

Senseless reasoning
You believe what you want to believe
Farewell my fairwheater friend
On you no one can depend
Bad times
Now they must end
Whatever you want it to be
For you that’s what it will be
Honesty to you is arbitrary
Logic is lost in your
Cranial abattoir
Shallow
Empty inside
Sly witted
Full of snide
Bad times
Now they must end
The shutter-speed of your thinking process
Is small
Too small
Too full of pride
Bad times
Now they must end
Farewell my fairwheater friend
Bad times
Now they must end
Farewell my fairwheater friend
Farewell my fairwheater friend
Bad times
Now they must end
You used to be nice
Now you’re twice as nice
You used to be good
Now you’re too good
Farewell my fairwheater friend
Bad times
They must end
On you no once can depend
Farewell my fairweather friend
Logic is lost in your cranial abbatoir
Shallow
Empty inside
Sly-witted
Full of snide
The shutter-speed of your thinking process
Is small
Too small
Too full of pride
Lost in a storm
Farewell my fairweather friend