Hopeless, and bothered (?) My life, why bother It cuts me deep and quick And that's the trick Ended up in a moon-driven override So familiar I don't even wanna move Wrote my will on the back of a shopping list Bowl full of gold but I couldn't lift the spoon It's not right Well, alright So send me up in a fool-driven rocket ride Bounced off the moon, splashed down in the bay Writing my novel with a stick in the sand Waiting for a wave come wash it all away Now I've learnt my lesson This body makes a pretty nice prison I feel it deep and quick Now that's the trick