You keep giving me these impossible tasks, and even in the midst of them, I am waiting for everything to start. This time tomorrow, I swear I'll be gone. Just wait and you'll see. Just give me one good reason not to. Just don't you make me do it. Just don't you make me paint one more piece of trim.
If I stick around, and believe me, I won't, just don't expect any quality work to get done. You'd better just consider yourself lucky that there isn't paint all up and down the both of us. Impossible tasks, remember? If I told you that I was like every blues song you'd ever heard, but bluer, you wouldn't believe a word of it. That's why the best I can do is tell you to run, because one of us has to, and I can't stand all this watching paint dry.
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