That’s what exactly happened

Here it is it’s my fault

just like that and you’re full of salt

you won’t forgive me no not at all

you act like everything in this life is done from my call

like I’m in charge of everything I’m the ball

no now it’s true that I fall

I can’t pick myself up I try to crawl

it just doesn’t work I lay there all

sprawled

I don’t have legs I don’t have arms my name is Art and it’s not Paul

I don’t know what it is but sooner or later my problem will be truly solved