A Satire Of A Satire Of A Satire Is Tiring by A Lot Like Birds
A Satire Of A Satire Of A Satire Is Tiring lyrics
I�m starting to think that maybe I�m wrong.
It�s easy to forget what you�re fighting for and what matters more.
But maybe I�m not. What if only time can tell?
Well, until then we�ll try this again.
I feel colder without you
but I�ve learned to embrace the chill about you.
I can�t tell if I lost or found you.
Am I making sense or do I confound you?
Oh what to do? Nothing is new.
Now I must deal with my true form of reality.
They like to tax me drastically.
Still learning to fantastically.
Hearing you talk makes me want to shut my mouth.
I wonder who taught you to whisper with a voice so loud.
Oh wow! You�ve got opinions to share?
So just keep yelling through the door sending your four-letter prayers.
Get lucky once if I care!
Use all your luck if I�m really even there!
I�m so exhausted with noise.
You give me options but don�t give me a choice.
�Let�s get rich quick,� my invitation to the cynics.
�Well, I can�t do that. I�m saving up for the day that I get sick.
So run away with your teenage schemes.�
What you�ve got in smarts; I�ve got ten times in dreams.
I feel colder without you
but I�ve learned to embrace the chill about you.
I can�t tell if I lost or found you.
Am I making sense or do I confound you?
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