we will get him all figured out and polished and ready the apple on the teacher's desk and then there will be me and all my attention and focus and nit-pick will be on me no one else to iron me and then what will i do i will miss it the wisdom i have for him isn't the same wisdom i have for me the sentiment is the same but the words no the words they have to be modified mar-ified so that i can hear them so that i can listen to them understand them fully in my heart in my belly it has to come from inside out i've got to feel it not just rhyme and dance

when its my turn to figure me out me up at the podium talking about me i have no idea what i am going to say