Ghost Ship in a Storm

Nothing makes me want to disappear

As when someone opens their mouth

It's just my luck

I get hit by a car

While carrying a cake

Dripping cherries

Onto pavement

Bride and groom on my face

I'm not there like a ghost ship in a storm

It only figures

That I'd ride my bike

Into wet cement

And as I'm sinkin'

The last thing that I think

Is did I pay my rent

I ride through like a ghost ship in a storm