Lyrics

It's not the one I want
It's just the one I have
I don't know what I want
It's just the one I grabbed

First to say I'm wrong
Many terms I didn't know
Forgot I didn't want to hear that one again
I think I'll go

Beneath this dusty sky
There's a cow bone crop
A cornice on that landscape
A block to any shot

The real estate of language
Says this was the spot
They murdered harmless boredom
Just to lose the façade

Doubting timbres of authorial intent
Broken open registers
Ballad overspent
Take over silence with a drum
Put out flames with a thumb

Sell the spoons and dishes
Whatever makes the rent
No more to this story
Than laughter and lament

Say what you will, hermano
Invitations hide a trap
I've been asked to join
By way cooler folks than that

Influence, quips and chatter
This message doesn't matter to all
Influence, quips and chatter
I don't mean to flatter myself at all

Tell them count the offers
No matter how they're sent
No more to this story
Than laughter and lament

Say what you will, hermano
It needs to stroke or slap
I've been called a problem
By way better folks than that

Influence, quips and chatter
This message doesn't matter to all
Influence, quips and chatter
This picture doesn't flatter me at all