My head spins a narrative
Off it goes on another wild tangent
Make sure that you planned it,
’cause otherwise how will it go?
Pisces, Leo, it don’t make a difference,
If I can predict it, I’d much rather know
Whether it’s a good day, or if I’ll have a bad day
My life would be much simpler
if I could write it out.
Happy to live with what comes my way?
Nah, I’d rather not.
’cause if I can’t predict it, and I don’t think I planned it,
I might get hurt and that’s too much to bear.