My Life is one big Lincoln Log
Looking out for a reputation in vogue
Very sanctimonious
Well you're the queen of making it obvious
She'll walk away hastily with her head down
But it's never long enough to pull out her phone, and answer a text
And the tail fails between the legs,
The hunted becomes the hunter
With an intrepid headline loaded in the barrel behind her
And the eyes shift to everything other than the beholder of this voice
You can wear a suit and tie,
But I still think this reputations more in vogue
And you can run your mouth
But keep the slander up,
and that money tree will never get sold
A house of cards in a windstorm
An external force was really on your side with that one
And that fire in my heart that you created
Keeps me warmer than anything you've ever said
And that earthquake in my head that you orchestrated,
Couldn't have shaken my confidence
more than you if it tried
A jaguar stalks its prey at night
Mr. Independent but your still hoping for a porch light
Owls and I are very similar;
We do our best thinking at night
And lately I've been thinking how your Mr. Independent,
Just praying to see that porch light
It's not coming,
So brace for morning and move along
It's not coming,
Brace for morning and move along
Im hoping this is one of those times
Where even the band gets tired of playing their own song
Cause this monologue is getting old
I feel like I'm getting old
And every time you hold my ears captive,
I'm one step closer to the casket
This aspirational speech is getting really old
I feel like this is making me old
You're like a haunted house for sale
So much character but you can never get sold
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