Military Midget

Well i sit thinking a little bit
Do you, could you, even like my shit
I should not care and most the time I do not
A small percent is all it takes to get caught

But I get back to my place where it does not matter
I'll probably revisit this overthinking abyss
What else can I really do
Always wonder what it matters to you

You don't have to like me
Definitely not what I make and do
I promise you that's the truth
Even though sometimes my mind wants you to

And to a few certain people
Another reason I say all of this
It should be more than obvious
It's your distance and your silence
Maybe you hate to say you don't like it

I'm sure you have your reasons
If only you cared to share
I bet you change like seasons
I do too so I guess it's fair

I don't always like my stuff later
At times I feel things could be made better
Meanwhile I just do what I can
We're not going to live forever

So I again turn the gun
From me toward the audience, no offense
That's if there is one
And it's figurative of course, I figure life's fun
Kind of fun