It's Only Temporary
Frustrated and down on my luck
Well fuck
It happened again and I'm sad that it did but whatever
Kicking tables and stubbing my toes
Ouch
It's really cold outside, I think I'll put on my sweater
Freaking out over absolutely nothing
It's fine
I couldn't help but overhear your conversation
God dammit I hate raw beef
Patties
You gotta cook those things at a hundred and sixty-five
The world is a place made of land
And water, and even though it makes
Sense in pictures
I do not understand it
Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
Are tasty
And no matter what they say I think that they're good for you
Conflicted and leaving the scene
Of the crime
Some people like red but I am more into blue
Fucked up and out on the street
It seems
My shows are on and I need to be home to see 'em
Falling down into a dark void
It's empty
And I can't make out the other side
The world is a place made of land
And water, and even though it makes
Sense in pictures
I do not understand it
Minutes turn to hours then days
Then weeks
The years occur one after the other
In only one particular order
At least if you think time is round
Or linear, or a basketball
I think
That's right
It's hard to tell
In this weather
It's getting cloudy
It happened once
It'll happen again and again
But I guess it's like, whatever
I guess, that's just how it goes
I guess it doesn't last forever
Time will ebb and flow
Totally regardless
Of everything
And everybody on the planet will
Try to take the same exit
It's only temporary
It's only temporary
It's only temporary
It's only temporary
Stop
Don't know what to say at this part now
And I'm figuring it all out now
But I don't know what else to say
So I'll say it all again
It's only temporary
It's only temporary
(Can't hit that note!)
It's only temporary
It's only temporary
I try to be myself and fail
So I try to be somebody else
But then I don't feel comfortable in my own skin
So I try to be myself again
Well fuck
It happened again and I'm sad that it did but whatever
Kicking tables and stubbing my toes
Ouch
It's really cold outside, I think I'll put on my sweater
Freaking out over absolutely nothing
It's fine
I couldn't help but overhear your conversation
God dammit I hate raw beef
Patties
You gotta cook those things at a hundred and sixty-five
The world is a place made of land
And water, and even though it makes
Sense in pictures
I do not understand it
Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
Are tasty
And no matter what they say I think that they're good for you
Conflicted and leaving the scene
Of the crime
Some people like red but I am more into blue
Fucked up and out on the street
It seems
My shows are on and I need to be home to see 'em
Falling down into a dark void
It's empty
And I can't make out the other side
The world is a place made of land
And water, and even though it makes
Sense in pictures
I do not understand it
Minutes turn to hours then days
Then weeks
The years occur one after the other
In only one particular order
At least if you think time is round
Or linear, or a basketball
I think
That's right
It's hard to tell
In this weather
It's getting cloudy
It happened once
It'll happen again and again
But I guess it's like, whatever
I guess, that's just how it goes
I guess it doesn't last forever
Time will ebb and flow
Totally regardless
Of everything
And everybody on the planet will
Try to take the same exit
It's only temporary
It's only temporary
It's only temporary
It's only temporary
Stop
Don't know what to say at this part now
And I'm figuring it all out now
But I don't know what else to say
So I'll say it all again
It's only temporary
It's only temporary
(Can't hit that note!)
It's only temporary
It's only temporary
I try to be myself and fail
So I try to be somebody else
But then I don't feel comfortable in my own skin
So I try to be myself again
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Writer(s): Mike Shoolbraid
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