I've got a list of pros and cons I made last year It's never been a help for me to choose It's dated on the bottom to dictate when it was made To see how long I'd handled the abuse All set to rest on self-inflated laurels Which in itself could prove That there's little left to do All covered black and blue It's time to accept what I always knew I'm washing all of this away I'm washing all of this away I'm washing all of this away There's never been a better view or better place to sit Than on shore washing this abandoned, sinking ship Maybe it's age Maybe it's taste But I never cared enough I could never care enough I'll leave it there