You Silly Git

She says the joys of life are lost among the living

So I guess all those souvenirs are for her health

She gives me quarters for the phone

And every time I feel alone I go broke

Yeah I go broke

She says if you're not here at least make sure you miss me

So when I miss her I make sure to let her know

It's the least that I could do

And sure I guess I like it too

I'm mr. Charming without the charming

I can hear the eyebrows raise when I start singing

'Cause the songs I sing are all about myself

You can read me like a book

I'm not as clever as I look

I've got a sneaky kind of selfish

That I keep upon the shelf

With jars of double-sided comments

For people who've done nothing wrong

Preparing for the lights

And always practicing my sha-na-nas

I will stand right next to giants

And roar aside the lions

Wondering how is it so easy

For leaves amid the breeze to blow

From hometowns all around us

To hometowns where nobody lives

Just cities full of people

People making people making people

For the masses

People we won't ever know

She says the point of this is not to date the future

So just focus on the task at hand

Try to break up with your pride

And start to flirt with satisfied