You hit the table with your fist
As if to say "no room here for what's fragile"
So now you've got your crowd awake
Back and forth from praise to shame you're agile

And it's experience when your work turns bad
And it's experience when your eyes wake up sad

Your hair has grown across your eyes
And this looks quite good as if you planned it
Still they back away when they learn
That they're only moons around your planet

And it's experience when your work turns bad
And it's experience when your eyes wake up sad

I want to be sweet to you, let me try
I want to climb with you, until you're high

You radiate a state of cool
But don't believe I'm fooled that it is native, no
Yet your hand at building fires
Turns me on way past contemplative

And it's experience when your work turns bad
And it's experience when your eyes wake up sad

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