oving back
chairs broken
and stacked
I can't seem to
shake the fix
I'm in
Better words
that were
sung or heard
Years before me
Still I do my best
Pushing pens
to breast
Cut out signals left
ust when
you thought
you had me pegged
Thinking
I'm the same
Then I go and change
Three become a name
Chords just
rearranged
hythm shoes
and windows
to see through
Another jealous
husband
to be killed
Better words
have been sung out
of tune
I'm happy
in this hotel
once again
Forcing thoughts
to pen
Hearsals
for the end
ust when
you thought
you had me pegged
Thinking
I'm the same
Then I go and change
Three become a name
Chords just
rearranged
ever kill the
manufactured feel
And soul
no longer matters
in the end
Better words
you're never
gonna hear
Mrs.Jones your son
crossed to the bank
Still he must
give thanks
The money's all
been made
ust when
you thought
you had me pegged
Thinking
I'm the same
Then I go and change
Three become a name
Chords just
rearranged