When I listen to my lid
It gets a bit specific
A bit unsound
I've been alone in lots a lot
On the phone popping around
It keeps me grounded
But it keeps me down
So I play nice
I never liked the blues
Untii I learned it at folk school
In my mixolydian mood
It ruled and then the teacher got cruel
He saw right through me
So I paid him all the money
To fake it for awhile
And feel dumb and strum and smile
But I play nice
They say boys don't cry
Maybe they lie
It was all my fault for dancing unmasked
What is glass?
It was all my fault for not acting as I was asked
I'm sorry I f*cked The Cure
It was cause of the kid in the choir
I'm sorry I screwed your solo
It was capo'd how would I know?
I'm sorry I sang the wrong words
I was nervous, full of bourbon
I'm sorry I'm still learning
They say boys don't cry
Maybe they lie