Maybe I’m soaring
Am I boring you?
Here comes some lying
Here’s what you’re buying into
It’s me it’s all about me
I’m a schmoozer caught smoking
The fake smile is just a token
I think, I think, I think…
I’m also a traitor
Defibrillator, my heart stops with you
Why can’t you hold on too?
I’m a loser but I’m joking
Try to say the word “love” and it’s spoken
Try to say the word “love” and it’s broken
I think, I think, I think…
Maybe I’m soaring over nickels dimes poring
It’s uplifting to think I was drifting just for life
Would you like to buy my life?
I’m a chooser of indifference it’s all insignificant
I think, I think, I think…I’ll soar into the void and toss my wares into the void it’s honest to avoid it’s honest to avoid
Where are you Brian?
I need some new chords to try in this song
Maybe I hope I’m wrong…
(Here come the sirens…
must be I’m trying hard to rewrite my song)
I’m a loser but I’m joking
Try to sing a song and I’m choking
Try to live my life when it’s broken
I think, I think, I think…
I think I’m dying
So this is dying…
when i daydream or drift, i'm invariably alone...we play social roles to the extreme, but when it comes down to it...we're really by ourselves...
when i was in college at the grand university of Arizona, my great friend Brian Lasagna, helped me get over some musical fears (of course, at 3 in the morning on the mall in a philosophical and inebriated stupor, can you tell if anyone is there listening??) 10 yrs later, i was trying to find a musical re-connection...and i was reminded of ways to remove one's self from doldrums...
although the words are simple, i think this is my favorite song lyrically...