Small Talk

If I had a nickel or a dime
Every time that I fell from the sky attempting to fly
I'd buy an airplane
Maybe these wings weren't meant to fly
Maybe I'm just your typical guy who flies in an airplane
Oh, what a plain Jane

No one's meant to be the one on top
Even the best can't hold the spot
Join in a race that'll never stop by joining the small talk
Give it up cause the talk won't stop
Don't give your attention to what's not
Your goods in a house that'll never lock
After all, it's all talk

How come when I look you in the eye
I feel down by where you occupy
I'm knocked out
Ow, I'm knocked out
Turn it around and endorse that lie
I look down on where you live your life
You're knocked out
Without a sound

No one's meant to be the one on top
Even the best can't hold the spot and
Join in a race that'll never stop by joining the small talk
Give it up cause the talk won't stop
We're playing the game we've all been taught
Pass it along like we won't get caught
Come on now, it's all talk



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Writer(s): William Scot Hunter
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