as I sing this songwhat could go wrong?As I suppose....no one really knowsas if one should have chosethings that could be pertinentto a certain extentto live the life irreverentcoming this close to irrelevantThe choice we maketoo hard to takekinda hard to shakedistant laughterseems omnipresentbut I'll take a wild guessand venture that I'd expect no lessthan to be relieved of great distressin the course of timesome reason to my rhymein the hopes I'd finda figure that implies "give"matched with a facial expression with nothing hidthat would come back to bitelike a serpent in the nightwhen you assumed that everything was "alright"diminishing returns, not quite