This is a song about "Lark"

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I hit you (bonk) then i'll lark as i mark my dock

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

From the bushes one sees glowing passion a defiled a lark

Cos we can't know to lark so we can't be judging

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something