Afternoons And Coffespoons

What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy?
there’s a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy
i’ve had my lungs checked out with x rays
i’ve smelled the hospital hallways
Someday i’ll have a disappearing hairline
someday i’ll wear pyjamas in the daytime
Times when the day is like a play by sartre
when it seems a bookburning’s in perfect order
i gave the doctor my description
i’ve tried to stick to my prescription
Someday i’ll have a disappearing hairline
someday i’ll wear pyjamas in the daytime
Afternoons will be measured out
measured out, measured with
coffeespoons ans t.s. eliot
Maybe if i could do a play-by-playback
i could change the test results that i will get back
i’ve watched the summer evenings pass by
i’ve heard the rattle in my bronchi…