it always does coil.
no matter how many *pieces you buy,
you always end up smoking foil.
no matter how many studs you have,
you always end up bringing home bitches.
and your sink never does grow,
so you always wind up doing dishes.
and no matter how many times you read this poem,
things will stay the same.
so just say "oh well,
sometimes it be that way."
keep on keepin on