I've got a list of pros and cons I made last year
It's never been a help for me to choose
It's dated on the bottom to dictate when it was made
To see how long I'd handled the abuse
All set to rest on self-inflated laurels
Which in itself could prove
That there's little left to do
All covered black and blue
It's time to accept what I always knew
I'm washing all of this away
I'm washing all of this away
I'm washing all of this away
There's never been a better view or better place to sit
Than on shore washing this abandoned, sinking ship
Maybe it's age
Maybe it's taste
But I never cared enough
I could never care enough
I'll leave it there