The Reason

Washed up, so it seems
Things roll over you
Who's the guilty man in the mirror?
I thought the same thing too
Familiar terror in your head

A steady diet of stiletto heels has made you legally mad

You are the reason
Things feel strange
Nobody likes you
And they can't remember your name
You have the power to get out of the house and change these things
Or we could sit around and talk about it
We might get something done

Movin' on up
Get yourself out of the clouds
Way down underneath the sea
Way down in New Orleans
You may find the ignition to put an end to your indecision

Get it up, give it up, give it for yourself
Can you prepare to lay it down?
Give up your fear of reservations
At home and hungry once again
Only to find this pastime purgatory has no life

A steady diet of stiletto heels has made you unfortunate and mad

You are the reason
Things feel strange
Nobody likes you
And they can't remember your name
You have the power to get out of the house and change these things
Or we could sit around and talk about it
We might get something done



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Mills
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