With your penknife

Write me off
Pierce me through
It’s ok, know it’s you
My old friend
It’s what you do
You have to do
With your penknife

I stopped scoring
You started keeping count
Each time I failed
You succeeded
I lost, you won
I was caught
You caught me
With your penknife

I played on
You played me
I was bowled
You delivered
I fell short
You cut me
To size
With your penknife

It’s not over
You say it’s over
I didn’t say over
You said it’s over
Over and over again
I said it’s not over
You said it’s over
With your penknife

How come you know me so well?
And how come you feed on me so swell?
You parasite, living off me
With your penknife

I’m not out
You want it referred
I’m not out
You want me charged
I’m not out
You want me banned
I’m not out
You want me dismissed
With your penknife.

Like hell, I’m going without a fight
With my bat
Like hell, you’re going without a fight
With your pen knife.


(to be performed by Paul Simon, ideally)