She told me to make a list
Pros and cons, cons and pros.
Side by side on either side of the line
Which one wins?
Who knows.
So we got some paper
We got a pen,
I wrote it up,
It let us down.
Ties are meant for necks
Shoelaces and loafs of bread
Not lists that decide your choice
And if I had thought ahead
I wouldn't have wasted my time
Or one solitary sheet
Cause I'd see that fate's the foe
I'm trying futilely to beat.
So let it let me down
Or bring me up again
I can't stop this rise and fall
With the best laid plans of mice and men.
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