They say wear your bugspray
But what's the point in listening?
It's a rare thing
Sure, it's an epidemic or whatever
Nothin' big
It'll go away soon
After all, it's October
Those bugs will be dead
By the first frost
So what's the fuss?
Eh, so there's an old guy
On life support
From my dad's hometown
No one special
Just one of his cousin's ya know
I don't what he does
I only met him a couple times
I know he's got a wife
Some kids, can't remember how many
Not too important though
After all, it's not me in that hospital
Lying there in the white sheets
Hoping my time isn't coming yet
Having a machine breathe for me
Besides, I'm not fifty yet
It shouldn't affect me that bad
Yeah, so my dad is shaken up
I'll just put on my headphones
Or play DDR
It'll blow over soon,
Winter's coming,
And things die in winter all the time
But until then, why wear bugspray?
It smells like paint thinner
My guy prefers perfume
That affects me more than some bug