This is a song about a girl who's made many, many, many mistakes in her life; it's a rap song that features banjo and cat.
The lyrics are:
I'm drowning in the Sea of Mistakes
A bird on her shoulder told her about the stupid things she's done
She's fumbled, and stumbled, and bumbled, and tumbled
Down and down and down and down to the bottom of the sea of mistakes
Her mind's burning and churning: It's a stern thing, now that she's learning
She should have turned left, but she turned right
She feels stupid now that she's seen the light
She's beating up on herself with all her might
No matter what she does, she can't make it right
Her life is the bones from the shipwreck; she feels all alone; no hands are on deck
There's nothing that she can do but say, "oh, heck"
And the bird on her shoulder gives her a peck
I'm drowning in the Sea of Mistakes
She moved when she should have stayed put
She tripped over her own stupid foot
She went to the wrong damn school
And now she feels like an old old fool
The bottom of the sea of mistakes
Is littered with bones of men she's dated
People might say it is just fate
But she knows that she picks the wrong mates
Her life is a Choose Your Own Adventure book, I must say
And it is clear that she is always going the wrong way
Turn to page 300 for the wrong turn that you just took
It's happened way too many times for it to be a fluke
I'm drowning in the Sea of Mistakes
And you may wonder if there is buried treasure underneath
The shipwreck, but it is just a stupid, dumb funeral wreath
For a life that never was what she wanted - that's because
She keeps on making mistakes, and she'll die until she breaks
Do not go fishing in this land
You might end up with something not grand
You might reel in the bones of mistakes and
You should have left them buried in the sand
If they get on your fishing hook
Just throw them away, and never look...
...Back - it is the bones of wrong turns that she took
Her bad decisions were earthquakes that shook
I'm drowning
I'm drowning in the Sea of Mistakes
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