Lyrics
it doesn't matterthat i'm the one
to which no one gravitates
it doesn't that i am man
who only procrastinates
i wish i could steal the show
open up with the lights turned low
having troubles finding ways and means
fourteen dollars resting in my jeans
heading down the road my body an open wound
maybe troubles will be over soon
you're the one
i talk to with my eyes
if words were spoken aloud
they'd only compromise
so i keep them from you
safely at a distance
you'll never know
of their existence
feet cover with dried up mud
energy racing through my blood
chosen few then i'm laying down
the only place i can wear my crown.
if only i
wasn't so remise
i pray for ignorance
you know it'd be bliss
nine to five and feeling
satisfied
same routine until
the day i die
smash a mailbox out of someones lawn
after that troubles may be gone
rise and rebel until i find
the prize that'll bring peace of mind.
