Four Pounds in Two Days - Lambchop

They say you walk around 
As if a ghost had 
Crossed your path 
Or turned into a reading material 
As it happens to be chosen 
From the torn or taffeta 
You're frozen in the 
Contemplation of a win 

Ok maybe that was alittle 
Heavy on the word play 
But as first thoughts go 
They were mostly to the right 
As you register an itch 
Or the thing that makes you sweat 
To accuse the weights 
And measures of a lie