Good With Numbers

I'm not sure when it started
When it ends do I applaud it
Because I'm thinking I should ditch this
Irish goodbyes are my weakness
So much standing around and talking
All these wretched mouths are frothing
They can see the visage moving
But they can't stop what feels stupid
They're a shark that must keep moving
Eating, fucking, and consuming
And I know it sounds so stupid
But I wish I could be lucid
And I'd start by yelling something
To contribute to the grumbling
Of inebriated fools left bizarrely with the tools
So they can deconstruct themselves
And put their parts back on the shelves
Why rebuild what doesn't work
Just a top off for the jerk

You're rubbing nickels for the sound
You're rubbing nickels for the sound
You're rubbing nickels for the sound
You're rubbing nickels for the sound
You're rubbing nickels for the sound
You're rubbing nickels for the sound
You're rubbing nickels for the sound
You're rubbing nickels for the sound
You're rubbing nickels for the sound
You're rubbing nickels for the sound
You're rubbing nickels for the sound
You're rubbing nickels for the sound

I know that it's hard to be alone
I know that you're reaching for the phone
I just need you to know that it's not the right move
Call another time



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Senese
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