Jim's Lament

Jim sends his best It's off Jim's chest Because he's sent his best Jim sends his best The guilt's off his chest He says we're blessed And to get some rest Masquerade my fears Lacerate my need Contemplate my feet I'll sit and stair and Ride the miles from my chair Gauge my speed by the number of flares Sent to locate and guide me there I am leaving but the frostbitе still remains Jim sends his best Pinnеd to his chest Guilt tests his best Jim sends his best And tonight he'll rest Because he's done his best Pinned to his chest