Seasoning Salt Lyrics

When your seasoning salt comes back in season, you're
going to decorate your plate with that. I hear the
impatience in your voice now and I wonder why you ever
dried your socks on my doormat. I look the same, you look
the same; I taste too dry, you need some salt. To
clarify, I am not blaming you for the things that are not
my fault I admit I am boring, as dull as dust in a
toolshed, but I don't think your shaker holds quite spice
enough... I'll raise my hand and hold it up there despite
the fact that my mind is blank. I'll try to fit your circle in with my square, but I know for sure you'll be
pulling rank someday soon. Maybe I'm blind; maybe I'm too
dramatic; maybe I'm half-dead, unaware; maybe I'm bored
and sick of caring that you're looking for someone with a
bit more flair. It's good that I understand I am no one
the crowd wants to raise like a loaf of bread, like a
toasting glass up to the light cause I've already seen I
am boring, as dull as dust in the corner, and I don't
think your shaker holds quite spice enough to make this
evening palatable.

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