Stretched Out

Let's not count the last column of beads

You promised me I'd pass

Then you present me with

These letters all in code

You never taught me how to read



And it's true I have no use

But instead I have a clue

And it's stretching out my skin

So I leave it to you again



Well all your spinning numbers

Only cross my eyes

And if this record's stuck

I guess that I don't take the prize this time