The Fauxriginals - Me, Myself, & Idioms

I wear my heart on other people’s sleeves
Getting caught in every web they weave
Like a dead cat’s curiosity
Silly me, barking up the wrong tree
You think I would have learned by now
I can’t be the only one
Who bites off the biggest pieces
And forgets how to
Chew the fat
And suddenly become
Thick as thieves with everyone
I bought this bandwagon
And I’m broke so can
I get a penny for a thought? Better yet I need a dollar
While I wallow in this squalor waiting for another all or
Nothing relationship, I have two eyes
So pull the wool completely down from both sides
Give me a grain of salt with my pills so I can take it
Otherwise, I’m killing birds two at a time there’s no mistaking
Taking everything to heart, I’m a far cry from
Being good enough until the next better, thing, comes
The next better thing comes
I wear my heart on other people’s sleeves
Getting caught in every web they weave
Like a dead cat’s curiosity
Silly me, barking up the wrong tree
Once again
I really wish I could have seen
The blessing in disguise
Three hundred and sixty days ago, I guess I missed that
Boat but the
Moment that I was in
Was as hot as the medicine
That I’ll make you taste again
Add insult to injury
Really hate the fact I was back to the drawing board
I only had one basket at the time so where else would I pour
All my eggs? When I was content with mediocrity
Completely off their rocker missing every shred of decency
It couldn’t be, only me, a picture paints a thousand words
Sitting on the fence really hurts when you’re full of turds
Silver lining now defining who I am and what I’ve done
The best of both worlds are now mine, cuz I, won
I wear my heart on other people’s sleeves
Getting caught in every web they weave
Like a dead cat’s curiosity
Silly me, barking up the wrong tree
Once again
I’ve been
Open to once upon a times
Waking dogs up as they lie
And I
Learned not to cry
Over the spilled milk of the time
Give me a yard, I’m taking nine
I guess your guess is good as mine
Who would have known that things would turn out fine
I wear my heart on other people’s sleeves
Getting caught in every web they weave
Like a dead cat’s curiosity
Silly me, barking up the wrong tree
Never again

Written by:
Tyler Rothe

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