Small Plates

So What's the matter with me?
See I'm not the man I thought that I would be
I'm Still crashing on couches and drinkin for free
I just wanna play drums on live tv
Yea, that's the matter with me
Say What's the matter with you?
Ya Party till 5 ur sleepin in till 2
I think she grew up with money
Had a house with a view
I betcha think it's kinda funny
All the weird dark stuff that goes on in Malibu
Say What's the matter with us?
28 years old hangover hits like a bus
Yea We learned how to love we never learned how to trust
And life keeps movin on but we don't ever adjust
Yea, that's the matter with us
You need to trust yourself!
Takin advice from anyone with a yell
Takin advice from people livin in hell
Think ur makin the right choice following people
Who don't seem to treat themselves too well!
Yea We were sittin down on our first date
Brick and mortar wine shop and some small plates
You think it's kinda dumb to see this through?
Did you inherit from your parents
All the silly things ya hate about you?
Man, our brains are so nuts!
A trillion bugs guide our decisions at once
Ya know, I think we're determined and it eases my gut
But I don't mean to be a burden with all this philosophy junk
Man Shut the fuck up!
Ah hell I must disagree!
Tell me what is the point if we ain't walkin round free?
Did the bugs in your voice box make you patronize me?
So you can act like a moron and not take responsibility?
Ladadadada



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Writer(s): Peter Campbell Martin
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