The Amoebas - Letter To Anyone

Stuck behind a table
With a pencil in my hand
I'm my own anal critic
Give myself a reprimand
If I'm to be a catalyst
For what and say the means
The ends don't seem to justify
The revelation waits to be seen
Here I am on a placemat
Writing post-its to the world
This is not a crisis into which I have been hurled
I don't wanna express myself
Or how I look inside
Contrite and pretentious
Are the rules to which I abide
But quitting's not in my nature
It doesn't fit my design (ROCK!!)
So pointless to die a symbolic death
When it's easier to just resign
Here I am on a placemat
Trying to dictate my role
It's time I exercise a little self control
How's everything in your world?
You know all about mine
You know my autobiography
Well enough to claim the rights
I'm glad to know you'll always
Have or find the time
To go through shit and organize
Until everything's devine
Here I am on a placemat
Trying to explain my role
Bottling my drive, if I'm not careful I'm gonna blow

Written by:
Christopher Neal

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find