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What Would You Do If I'm Not What I'm Supposed To Be

 

What Would You Do If I'm Not What I'm Supposed To Be

(album: Return To Struggleville - 2009)


I pull the pin off the grenade and toss it gently in the middle
Honey let's not kid ourselves, that's the devil with his fiddle
He's playing our song again, and it's starting to rub off
I clench my teeth to pass the pain, but my jaw is turning soft
This eagles eye view is killing it all for me
You've got full access to the heart, but all you do is break the key
You might be model, but are you willing to play your role
Buried deep inside that bottle is a window to the soul
And you have to tell me what it is that's so amazing
From the outside looking in it doesn't seem worth saving
You plea for bargains, mercy, grace, and all the rest
But I can't seem to give it to you, with this boulder on my chest
And I want it gone, but you won't take it anymore
Here's another string of words I've saved from the killing floor

What would you think if I sang out of tune
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
What would you do if I'm not what I'm supposed to be?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key
What would you do if I'm not what I'm not what I'm supposed to be?

Stress and life get packaged like forks and knives
One for destroying and another for stabbing insite
Just a few more miles with this plastic carrot in sight
I'm tired of pulling you suckers, but I'll do my job tonight
I stretch these old bones and take a good look at my reflection
But I can't see anything that's really worth a mention
Oh, there I am just a speck at the bottom
Or more like a stain waiting to be forgotten
I'm an empty carcass, a hopeless case with a broken lock
But I'll be alright my skins thick like a wet blanket full of rocks
This is me, a reality, a skinless mess trying to hold it all together
Please don't let me be your goal, I'm a rusty car without leather
No sunroof, no fancy engine, and no cd
I'm all hubcaps, am/fm, and it costs extra if it's free
I will point at you, I will put you down
I will disappoint you every time I make these sounds
So leave now, forget me, save yourself instead
You are nothing
Love, the voice inside my head

What would you think if I sang out of tune
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
What would you do if I'm not what I'm supposed to be?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key
What would you do if I'm not what I'm not what I'm supposed to be?

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