You Almost Feel Sad

You can call it what you want but I don't know,
 Why the things in your garden, why they grow,
 You can call me if you want,
 But I don't know if I'll pick up the phone
 I cut that photo from a Marxist magazine,
 And I took my pens and added yellow, blue and green,
 I wish there was an easy way to make this photo,
 Just a bit more interesting, interesting, interesting
 This week goes by much too, much too quick,
 I thought examples would let some of my ideas stick,
 But (like my idols) it's been written with love,
 And it's been sealed with a kick, sealed with a kick
 Monday morning won't let me go back to sleep,
 Telling me what I can and cannot believe,
 Maybe a handgun will be my last chance,
 To make that existential leap