Storm in a Teacup

Whatever happened to being all alone
Proudly being stoic as you wander home
After a day trip into the bottom of your heart
Where you realize how hard it is to restart
And there's a battered old PC running Windows XP
As slow as you are when making excuses to leave
But unlike the computer that's decades old
The heart stays reliable and won't turn cold

The games that you're playing just don't add up
When you're constantly refusing to ever have trust
And you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes
So when they start their bullet stares, don't be surprised
Save it for when you realize it's just a storm in a teacup

You said it yourself: you find it hard to care
You say caring results in awkward stares
And you don't know how to act and you don't know how to listen
Instead you just opt for your own immoral mission
Trudging through the gutter on the yellow brick road
Searching for fields of dishonesty in which you can roam
And even the fucking tinman who doesn't have a heart
Is repelled at your decisions even before you start

The games that you're playing just don't add up
When you're constantly refusing to ever have trust
And you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes
So when they start their bullet stares, don't be surprised
Save it for when you realize it's just a storm in a teacup

The games that you're playing just don't add up
When you're constantly refusing to ever have trust
And you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes
So when they start their bullet stares, don't be surprised
Save it for when you realize it's just a storm in a teacup



Credits
Writer(s): Floyd Marsden
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