They Were Suppose to Get That Thing Off of the Rocking Chair

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i just hung up the phone.
and i stuck my head in the classroom, and asked if you wanted to go.
but, you just sunk down in your high-chair and rocked your head back and forth.
since then, you've become a rocking chair, for me, for them, for they cannot change my mind.
i'm going a 'bit off'
i'll pretend to hear, but, you can't actually sit there and tell me you wouldn't go.
you can't just sit there, you're just sitting there.
why are you just sitting there?
so, i'm going to have to let you go now.
i'm going to have to see you later, you hear?
i am going to see if i can find you a different position,
i am going to try and find a different route for you,
okay?
is that going to be all right?
what if i cut your legs off and tell you to walk up the stairs?
what if i cut you fingers off and tell you to hold my hand?
since then, you've become a rocking chair, for me, for them, and you've started to change my mind.
phenobarbital, barbiturates, final countdowns and slammed doors.
when God opens a window you just jump out, because you can't make up your mind.
So, so, so, so, so.
You were so right about me,
this fame is gonna crush meh' chest, and i'm gonna see you on a porch when you're forty,
'cause your just a rocking-chair, for you've never changed my mind.