I don't wanna be a woman
I don't wanna be a man
I don't wanna be anything you can see or hold right in your hand
I don't wanna be tomorrow
I don't wanna be today
I don't wanna be hopeful or happier, I don't wanna say
we will be buried next to our parents and our friends and our kids, too
without much of a memory, a gold heirloom wedding ring,
misery is ready to leave
I don't wanna be a drag
I don't wanna complain
I don't wanna say anything you can hear or easily explain
I don't wanna be tomorrow
I don't wanna be today
I don't wanna be holy or hallowed and I don't wanna pray
or gratefully face the night sky bitter brown veins in my eyes
without much of a memory, and ear for pretty melody
misery is ready to leave