Blame it on the Feng shui

The chair feels guilty
It was pulled out from under you
The floor may feel cold
But it's always be there too
You don't have to lay there
And blame it on the feng shui
Does it do you any good
To remember it this way
Carve your own gravestone
Prepare your social cues
Is it self expression
Or is that a lame excuse
Can you tell me when you get home
What's guilt you feel you must atone
You hide your friends
Are you ashamed of me?
Or embarrassed by them
And what I might see?
I know you hate my music
But my music hates you too
Your head filled with contempt
Your belly full of booze
This ain't gonna be good
But it rarely is
No news is good news
Except when it comes to this
What'd you want to say
You sounded so sure
That you had to tell me
At least that's what I heard



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Joseph Martinak
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