Molly

Oh, Molly, I am proud to be able to play you at (what I think is) 105bpm, but darn, do you you make my fingers hurt!!

My poor ol' bones aching, aching in the moonlight
Give me a tear to wash away
The melody that causes so much
Pain

Let the imps come,
Dance around me,
Find a place for me to rest
Eternal

Send a wat'ry beam
Descend upon me,
Take beyond the
Stars

Let the notes that flow
From one through the other
Be rigid in their punishment

Yet give me
Prize
For my toil

Just saying, I'm not depressed. Just so y'all know....