I'm grateful for these things These things are grateful for me but these These gifts are plagues. These plagues are candy coated But I only hope it brings A smile and all those other little useless things But these hands are ties, to an arm and to an eye that won't abide
I'm not doing that well today And self-control was never my forte So I call a friend Jesus with a pager and a Mercedes benz Cuz there's a limit to ourselves and all the games we play It's a metaphor we use to define our day It's only rhythm It's only sound But we're not accustomed to the tempo and we find it too loud And all time...
Ye, You look like a star And I talk like a fool I'm delivering idiots and photographs It makes me look cool It makes me look cool
I'm doing much better today It's just harder to focus on the thing I hate I'm not too worried cuz I know I'll get my vision back Then at least I'll have a weapon to defend these attacks
If I could only find a filter for these tricks Then I could bury the riddles deep, deep in the mix It's not the line It's more the tones More often it's the volume that can make it hit home
It's not the songs that determine if the record sells It's the faces in the videos we know so well It's the push from the hoers in the leather chairs They package our emotions and they market our fears
It's nothing to be proud about
I've never been one to see writing on walls Still you call me craxy Don't walk on in don't expect me to listen Don't you try to save me
Because I'm too impatient of tall explanations that Make you feel like, You've really reached me I'm changing my ways, I believe
Don't talk about What happened 14 hours ago It's ok if you smile Ok if you smile. But please