A fall breeze tickles the orange and green leaves
And I realize I have a lot more in common with thieves
Daydreaming, autumn glory outside my window
And my mind chugs along in a gentle flow
It was crystal clear, I’m not a good guy
And it might be time to stop that lie
I’d invite you to peer into my head
But I’ll save your face from being beet red
But hey mister, you’re so selfless
But how I dream for that to be less
Come on mister, you’re a great cheerleader
Since I’m so good, maybe I’ll consider theater
Mister, if you aren’t good then who is?
It seems like I’m breaking your heart with this
Oh well, for my last hurrah how about the honesty policy
Oh I wish you could feel the envy inside me
For so long it snickers and bickers and tints my glare
Dare I say it, yes that should be me in there
Well that’s where my ego says where
If life isn’t, what need do I have to be fair
Again, let me remind you, I’m not the good guy
So for this chapter, good riddance, and good bye
What am I to do, to be the apple of someone’s eye
Not just any eye of course, but her eye
Yes, no longer held under the weight of virtue
And it’s about time that I got a clue
Now it’s my turn to kick while others are down
Now it’s my turn to run terror on the town
But I don’t know, maybe this isn’t it either
So I guess I trot along in the endless ether
Now what if, what if I actually am a good guy
I guess that’s the call on the roll of the final die
