Tell Me, Sad

Rocking horse people, out on a limb
And tied to their teeples with a dare and do grin
Sometimes I'll make fun of things that you say
And laugh at your most peculiar ways
Rocking horse people, now what do they win
When tied to their steeples with a dare and do grin
Sometimes I'll sruggle with thoughts on their way
And choke on the words that I'm trying to say
Tell me, Sad, what's wrong with that
Now, I wouldn't hurt you
I wouldn't know how to
Tell me, Sad, what's wrong with that
I need to know, Sad
There's no need in getting this wrong
There's no thing like standing out too strong
Now sometimes I'll struggle with plans that you make
And end up by doing it all the same way