You just can't get over that I
exist. Can you?
Do you ever get enough people
to fawn over you and your
guitar?
Can you ever get another set of
eyes to watch over your great and
bashful performance?
You look thinner than me.
I'm nothing but a fat hourglass
ticking until my mood
changes.
Do you not see how they yawn
as you talk about nothing but
yourself?
This is how you have confused love
for admiration.
When they say No to hearing your new
cover,
It's not their
jealousy at its peak.
It is you Tiresome
personality just being there.