PEMDAS Lyrics

Right here on this schedule it says another cudgel is to fall upon my weak and battered heart
But like a hammer to a nail, this day will surely fail to lift my spirits at all
Right here on this calendar it says that I must now endure a few more days of only lonely nights
But if a round thing has no quarter, no beginning, or end, I'll just get up and turn off my own light

My itinerary tells me that I've got many things to distract from the cold collapse of night

The shiners of alarms charmed the pants off waking up interrupting my getting out of bed
But like the last drink of the night I'll swallow dying light and my eyes will dull like minds of the undead
I've been checking monthly menus of music meals and venues wishing I'd discover my own name
But if I got my wish I'd be a person, not a dish, and my subtle taste would put Pop Tarts to shame

My itinerary tells me that I've got many things to distract from the cold collapse of night

My itinerary tells me that I've got many things to distract from the cold collapse of night time's better than you'd imagine for planning trips and beauty pageants
Imagination helps organizing days, weeks, moments of future life
Follow the order of operations
Future's coming, please have some patience