Portrait Show

 
I'm a stick in the mud.
A few cards short of a deck, now.
The light's on,
no one's home.
I'm the sharpest tool in the shed.
I'm the brightest light inside your head.
If I say it again,
will I believe it then?
 
You've got a right to just say what you think.
I've got a right to not believe a thing when you
give me a chance and take it back.
Yell at me and make me laugh.
Tell me how to catch my breath,
but I'm drowning now.
Invite me in and throw me out.
Shake my hand, say goodbye.
and let me cry it out.
 
In another life,
I'd be walking alone at night.
Home again,
a pipe dream coming in.
I'm not even living at all,
yet I could miss it like I did it a
thousand times.
The perfect crime.
 
And I'm nostalgic for a life I missed,
but I'll get it through it clenching my fist when you
give me a chance and take it back.
Yell at me and make me laugh.
Tell me how to catch my breath,
but I'm drowning now
Invite me in and throw me out.
Shake my hand, say goodbye.
and let me cry it out.
 
Give me a chance and take it back.
Yell at me and make me laugh.
Tell me how to catch my breath,
but I'm drowning now.
Invite me in and throw me out.
Shake my hand, say goodbye.
and let me cry it out.
 
Let me cry it out.