You can put the keys in the fridge
The letters in a box
But you’re never gonna change
The memory 
Of who you are

You can play hide and seek
Put some rocks in a fire
But you’re never gonna write
A poem for your father


You can use the tricks you own
You can have the latest phone 
You’ll get bored of ants 
and vermin in your head


You can play fire and weed
Still the wind will always blow
The ashes in your eyes
You’ve got to burn the locks first


You can eat the lemonpie
You can crush a fly 
Yet the lightness of being
Is gonna get you down