Get it Right 16

Statistics prove we have the most accidents so go ahead and generalize me
It’ll simply make me
acidic and unreasonable
You were more pleasing under the same roof
Without exchanging spit where’s the fun in
Stopping at street lights
For nobody here follows the rules
That come from your countable clocks Where your hands have ticked and tock-ed I only wish on numbered light
Blown out by another
disappointment
When words for words are just suggestions,
Unwanted advice
How much do your rhymes costyou when they contain
The classic crime?

Especially without inter-changeable feet Your lyrics were mildly mushy in dialect
Fastening within wires of judgment Leading to a bond of tender confusion Supposedly heavenly and accompanied by wheels of freedom
Childish and complicated “Go out and get experience!” Who knows whether you only played unselfish in the Street lights Nothing good natured, and fair
About candles without air How precious and appealing
To see a card player only dealing
Just to win me something sweet
We’ll try not to meet and I’ll try to forget