If you wanna play a game,
Make it something soft.
I don’t want to play slap jack.
It hurts my feelings
The way you get competitive
As though it matters.
It doesn’t matter at all.
When can I come throw rocks
Outside your bedding room?
I’ve got a boombox and the moon.
I’ll play an 80s tune.
Then you’ll scoff and turn away
I know that you’re embarassed.
But it’s the good kind and you’re smiling.
It ain't broke, but you're set on fixing it.
Now I'm starting to get upset at your restlessness.
You think I'm too complacent, just an idiot.
But you never learned how to be happy.
I read another funny book
With a bunch of real big words
That learned and then forgot.
I guess I’m stupid
Cause every time I write a song
The sentences run-on
And I always feel like dancing.
You never say just how you feel,
You just leave clues and signs.
I’ve got too much self-respect
to act so dignified.
Don’t you know we’re specks of dust
On a tiny rock in space,
And no one really gives a shit?
It ain't broke, but you're set on fixing it.
Now I'm starting to get upset at your restlessness.
You think I'm too complacent, just an idiot.
But you never learned how to be happy.
If you wanna play a game,
Make it something soft.
I don’t want to play slap jack.
It hurts my feelings
The way you get competitive
As though it matters.
It doesn’t matter at all.
credits
from BACKWARD PROGRESS,
track released December 3, 2014
John Dobson - Lead Guitar
Clay Graham - Vocals, Guitar
Seth Short - Drums
Austin Warren - Bass
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