Incubus

I am bettled,fizzy water and you are shaking me up.
You are a fingernail running down the chalkboard
I thought I felt in third grade.
Now my only consolation is that this could not
last forever even though you´re singing and thinking
how well you´ve got it made.
Who are you?When will you be through?Yeh,it´s just a phase...
Call it “womens“ intuition´ but I think I´m on to something here.
Temporaryism has been the “Black Plague“ and the “Jesus“ of our age.
I know I must sound opinionated ,maybe biased and quite possibly jaded.
But sooner than later they´ll be throwing quarters at you on stage.
Who are you?When will you be through?
Yeh,it´s just a phase...it will be over soon.
Yeh,it´s just a phase and I´m waiting for it to be over too.