From the recording The Wooden House
Lyrics
An inkblot
A bloodspot on a clean white shirt
An inkblot
Across my chest that’s what you were
You were
A misfit
A Miss Malaprop that’s me
What a misfit
I messed things up but nothing’s broke
Nothing’s broke
Growing bigger by the day
Look what you made
For me
Oh won’t you forgive me
Little Inkblot
I’m going to do my best yes nothing’s broke
Nothing’s broke
Nothing’s broke
Nothing’s broke
No nothing’s broke
Nothing’s broke