• If I had a bag of makers
    I'd color all over my black converse
    But all I have is this stupid box of crayons
    Sixty - four waxy frowns

    If I had a couple sharpies, I'd write on everything I own
    I'd write down everywhere all I've ever known
    But all I have are these dull color pencils
    Hardly an artist's stencil

    If I a pen
    I'd ink deep into the dephs of my lover
    But if I screw up, it's there permantly
    God, help me

    Ok, so I'll use a stinking pencil
    Erasable, my training wheels
    Why is the road to satisfactory
    So god damn far away?