The Boomers - Imaginary Lines
It feels like all I am, is my imagination
I can find some good anywhere, with a little dedication
I am what I feel, adaptable by design
I triangulate my position with imaginary lines
I can't profess the rules when I delight in the exceptions
Headmaster of the school of my own imperfection
I am, only, what I perceive
This all could change with what you say to me
So my apologies for making you suffer through those times
When I've issued my papal decrees
With imaginary lines
Letras The Boomers