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I'm a stick in the mud
A few cards short of a deck now
The lights on, no one’s home

I'm the sharpest tool in the shed
I'm the brightest light inside your head
If I say it again, will I believe it then?

You’ve got a right to just say what you think
I’ve got a right to not believe a thing, when you

Give me a chance and take it back
Yell at me and make me laugh
Tell me how to catch my breath but I'm drowning now
Invite me in and throw me out
Shake my hand, say goodbye
And let me cry it out

In another life I’d be walking alone at night
Home again
A pipe dream coming in
I'm not even living it all
Yet I could miss it like I did it a thousand times
Perfect crime

I'm nostalgic for a life I missed
But I’ll get through it clenching my fist when you

Give me a chance and take it back
Yell at me and make me laugh
Tell me how to catch my breath but I'm drowning now
Invite me in and throw me out
Shake my hand, say goodbye
And let me cry it out