Texty: Stabilo. Happiness & Disaster. Delivering Idiots.

I'm grateful for these things
These things are grateful for me
But these gifts are plagues
These plagues are candy coated
But I only hope it brings
A smile and all those other little useless things
But these hands are tied, to an arm and to an eye
That won't abide

I'm not doing that well today
And self-control was never my forte
So I call a friend
Jesus with a pager and a Mercedes Benz
'Cause there's a limit to ourselves
And all the games we play
It's a metaphor we use to define our day
It's only rhythm
It's only sound
But we're not accustomed to the tempo
And we find it too loud
And all time...

You look like a star
And I talk like a fool
I'm delivering idiots and photographs
It makes me look cool
It makes me look cool

I'm doing much better today
It's just harder to focus
On the thing I hate
I'm not worried 'cause I know
I'll get my vision back
Then at least I'll have a weapon
To defend these attacks

If I could only find a filter
For these tricks
Then I could bury the riddles deep
Deep in the mix
It's not the line
It's more the tones
More often it's the volume
That can make it hit home

It's not the songs
That determine if the record sells
It's the faces in the videos
That we know so well
It's the push from the hoes
In the leather chairs
They package our emotions
And they market our fears
It's a rise to the top
Is a fall from below

And I've never been one to see writing on walls
Still you call me crazy
Don't walk on in
Don't expect me to listen
Don't you try to save me

Because I'm too impatient
Of tall explanations that
Make you feel like
You really reached me
I'm changing my ways, I believe

Don't talk about
What happened 14 hours ago
And it's okay if you smile
Okay if you smile

But please...
When you look like a star
I talk like a fool
I'm delivering idiots and photographs
It makes me look cool
It makes me look cool