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