Crippled inaction is the fear I'll fail at asking her out when the moment comes up or the fear that it will all work out but it won't feel like enough Same story for doing my laundry Same story for writing songs and getting them out
Narcissist that knows he could be Emperor if he gave it his all But knees buckle at the thought of those peons and what they're saying 'bout me in their decrees These bouts, these bouts, these bouts Let's run to Nothingness don't get off the couch Let's run to mundane business Everyday I scrub these floors and someday I'll see us in them ___________
arm around shoulder the sparkle in your eye reflected back at me, me, me You're the sing-song voice of my other Even though I heard you say no words I just finished the story I started the first time we caught eyes, eyes, eyes
They feel like grapes and your spaghetti hair sure feels like brains so can I ask you something? Cause I don't know you enough to say I'm not a fan but life's too short so can we shatter some distance? Like, "Hey I'm not too partial on pasta and sauce but I sure would like to chat and canoodle on the couch." Lazy eyes find the forest in your perfect ones No more mistaken for trees, trees, trees We're all firmly in this world