Please, Please Be Smart
Staring up at the shower head
Running up my water payment
Button up today's shirt
Regard the mess of a weeks worth of hair
It's compounding interest
On a debt I could easily square
But still I'm working in service
To my old friend despair
Staying up 'til the crack of dawn
A rooster crows as I'm nodding off
It's an old holdover
From when the nights were fruitful and fun
But now I'm burning the oil
Just to watch its tiny flame
While the gifts of the morning, slowly rot and go to waste
Somewhere I guess I lost my sense
Led myself astray
But now it's time to pay, eh
Between the faucet and the bar cart
Between the couch and Washington park
It's hard to know what's right
Wasting away or living a life
While I search for the answer
I might fix my self a small drank
Take a seat on the sofa
Just to gave myself a think
Happy birthday buddy, you've earned this
Logging in for my bank statement
My heart is rising up through my neck
Getting too close for comfort
I've gotta keep it tight for a bit
I order something for takeout
To push my heart back into my chest
It seems I've forgotten something
But I just can't quite place it
Somewhere I guess I lost my sense
Led myself astray
But now it's time to pay, oh
I don't wanna pay, ah-ah
Oh, ahh, oh
Running up my water payment
Button up today's shirt
Regard the mess of a weeks worth of hair
It's compounding interest
On a debt I could easily square
But still I'm working in service
To my old friend despair
Staying up 'til the crack of dawn
A rooster crows as I'm nodding off
It's an old holdover
From when the nights were fruitful and fun
But now I'm burning the oil
Just to watch its tiny flame
While the gifts of the morning, slowly rot and go to waste
Somewhere I guess I lost my sense
Led myself astray
But now it's time to pay, eh
Between the faucet and the bar cart
Between the couch and Washington park
It's hard to know what's right
Wasting away or living a life
While I search for the answer
I might fix my self a small drank
Take a seat on the sofa
Just to gave myself a think
Happy birthday buddy, you've earned this
Logging in for my bank statement
My heart is rising up through my neck
Getting too close for comfort
I've gotta keep it tight for a bit
I order something for takeout
To push my heart back into my chest
It seems I've forgotten something
But I just can't quite place it
Somewhere I guess I lost my sense
Led myself astray
But now it's time to pay, oh
I don't wanna pay, ah-ah
Oh, ahh, oh
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Writer(s): Stephen Paulson, Erik Paulson
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