Peanuts Yard Act

Here I am again
Here I am sitting in the waiting room
Waiting for an appointment
That I had booked six months ago
I’m feeling very low
Yes, I was shitting bricks
At the prospect of existence without you
And so I gave it one more go

But the story didn’t stick
And suddenly it clicked
Some allergies you tolerate and some habits, you just have to kick

I saw you on your back
Amongst the peanut shells
That were scattered on the floor of the big top
Right next to the overwhelming sense
Of impеnding doom, but no one even askеd
Or mentioned anything to me about the elephant in the room
When suddenly it clicked
Some allergies you tolerate and some habits, you, yeah

You gotta bite the bullet and get it fixed
You gotta get it seen to, so see to it
That the story sticks
That the story sticks
That the story sticks
That the story sticks
You gotta bite the bullet and get it fixed
You gotta get it seen to, so see to it
That the story sticks
That the story sticks
That the story sticks
That the story sticks, ah