Get up this morning, throw on my skin
Don’t talk about it, out as quick as I am in
Go out to lunch, eyes on my phone
The subtle art of blending in, standing out, and being alone
The more I think, the less I know
The right way to let it go
Got your eye on any? Yeah, over there
Serving coffee, pink shirt and blonde hair
But it’s not worth trying, we’d never get along
I can’t stomach anything that’s too bitter or too strong
The more I think, the less I know
The right way to let it go
I’m not broken but I’m not fixed
You’re getting better, I’m getting tricked
Driving home at the end of the day
You’re riding shotgun, in the back are my mistakes
The day’s not over cuz I’m still awake
Go to the basement, put my thoughts on display
When I think about it, how we barely spoke
But the house was spotless, and you folded my clothes
Now I’m dumping laundry baskets out onto the floor
And I can’t see the carpet, I don’t open blinds anymore
The more I think, the less I know
The right way to let it go
I’m not broken but I’m not fixed
You’re getting better, I’m getting tricked
By Chris Hartman