And this is where
I'm supposed to be impressed, isn't it?
Let me tell you
How overwhelmed I amRemind me to be in awe of you
Remind me to lie, remind me to smile
Remind me to do anything
But to express what's on my mindBecause the truth might shake your stable ground
You know this show is dark and drab
And what you're saying doesn't brighten things much
I don't care how fucking great your band is"You're so good, you're a god
I'm so impressed of what you've become"
I would be pleased if it meant something real to you
Just walk awayThis is image and from my angle
What you're doing doesn't blow my hair back
No, I'm not moved
No reason to pay it any mindI don't care
I'd be pleased if it was something real to you
But until then I don't care, I don't care
No reason at all for me to waste my time, none
Songwriters
David William Witte;John Henry Adubato;Theodore Patterson Iii;Michael OlenderPublished by
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