Nice Try

It's a modern convenience, it slots right in I try to be more amusing, the air gets thin In the end I speak out of turn, soft spun round The way you lean back in your chair, I'm flat back down A quiet limit to the world in the parchment air I have a felt tongue when I speak, dry bow on a string No meaning, no solace, no matter the hour Quips don't come out right but the meaning's true It's a modern convenience, it slots right in I try to be more amusing and the air gets thin In the end I speak out of turn, soft spun round The way you pull back your hair, fall flat back down Falling back to A common ineffable Falling back to Plain dumb witticism