Declare Your Perfections On Facebook

It fell down on you from the city above
A note with a lyric there on it

All the students and the seaside clowns,
they saw you pick it up

And the note said:
'You're gonna get your fucking head kicked in'

And you did
aint it just like life to play tricks when you're trying to be so quiet?

So the heart that understands gets tired
But only of loving - just you dear.

What you get from loving by the book
is not wasted so you're fit as fuck

And them others who claim "all I bring is love"
they declare their perfections on Facebook

But you know, good man, that you will meet
People at breakfast and dinner tables

with stories to tell and life to impart
and maybe some love when you're able

Now balance, heal, change. Stay just right as you are
We'll bury Seamus on Friday and like him

You'll send your love from afar....