As I lie there staring at the cracks in my pure brilliant white ceiling
I started to ponder on life’s true meaning
I mean if I cannot address this crack in the right way
How can I ensure my life doesn’t astray
Some think I over-dramatic for having such thoughts
But I think the cracks are there because the last decorator used caulk
I got some advice from a friend in the painting and decorating game
And he said the last decorator is definitely to blame
I felt slightly frustrated as he was a nice guy
He had the lowest quote out of five
Perhaps that’s where I made a mistake
I went for the happy meal burger instead of the sirloin steak
