This is the most intelligent thing that I have ever donenSay to myself, self, what were you thinking of?nBittersweet, my discovery, but it's still sort of sweetnNext time I slip and fall I will be watchingnnIt's not what you saynWe don't listen to you anywaysnMy heart is open, so we find a waynnI hope that when I die, I push up a flowernAnd piss off whoever happens to be in powernBut now, I love everything, besides tears and our times nNext time I slip and fall I will be watchingnnIt's not what you saynWe don't listen to you anywaysnMy heart is open, so we find a waynnNow I'm trippin'nLosing my mindnBut I'm livingnBefore I diennIt's not what you saynWe don't listen to you anywaysnMy heart is open, so we find a way