Pleasing Malady - The Allstonians

There’s a contradiction deep in my heart

Some days it wins some days it loses

But try as I might it’s a constant reminder

I spin this malady around again

Each day I free it from my pen

On the good days it invites me inside

We have a beer, forget our fears

We jam all night long and miss work in the morning

So I’ve found a way to even it out

I take the joy, ignore the hatred

My malady grows ever pleasing each moment

I spin this malady around again

Each day I free it from it’s pen