Matchbox

I'm a master of matchbox guitar sessions

You're a master of passive-aggressive magic tricks

Like, that's not a card that I would've picked

But it's your life to live like how you'd like to live

You're type of cool that likes to talk a lot

I'm the type of fool to listen

They say a wise man lends his ears but not his thoughts often

The same is true of undercover cops

And the undercover bubbler got me doubly high as heaven

We're still under the radar, seven billion on the planet

Wading straight to the moon

Salutations to apollo

While the mission to mars is surely soon to follow

And you bit my lip when I kissed you

I bit my tongue not to tell you that I miss you

We shared my blood for an instant

And I would trade some more to have it back

Yeah I would trade all of this for that

I'm in the back of a fifteen passenger van

Doing an expose on feelings I don't fully understand

Started a matchbox guitar slow jam

With hope just as large as the room in my car

My career went as far as the can

That I kicked down the road for awhile until I'm just settled in

Hold it for change from charitable donors like

Excuse me sir, miss could you spare a moment to

Support local support local

I know I should've been more vocal

Sure, I could've been more social

I've been hanging out it's a short rope though

It's been awhile I should've wrote but I'm going postal

I'm going postal

I've been coasting

I've been coping okay for the most part

Everybody I know wants to be a star

Just above the atmosphere flying high

Just above the average fear to try

Keeping me grounded, holding me down for miles

Everybody I know wants the gleam

In designer tops and ten dollar magazines

Infatuated with the beams, you go crazy when I speak

Aggravated when I say what I mean

I mean, I mean

You see, is that

I'm a master of matchbox guitar sessions

You're a master of passive aggressive magic tricks

Like: That's not the card that I would've picked

But it's your life to live like you'd like to live

You're the master of matlock lock picking lessons

I'm the asshole who keeps laughing at our predicaments

Like this ain't the life that I should've picked

But it's the cards we're dealt we play with

Shit