Big Ted

My head don't feel right
Wish I was safe at Joey's house
Graduated middle of my class
Can't seem to figure this one out
This one out
This one out
This one's

All the same
I got nothing left to say
I'm not game
I don't think I wanna play
You never change
You got something more to say?
Can't refrain
God our quarter back is strange

Weird how this feels right
Most vulnerable on the throw
Laid out in the middle my pass
Hands like feet and they already know

You're right, I'm left
Alone with my
Weak will, weird ways
Just let me go
To work this out
I want to be alone
Or maybe not at all
I'm think I'm backing out
Backing out
Backing out
Backing out

I'm out

All the same
I got nothing left to say
I'm not game
I don't think I wanna play
You never change
You got something more to say?
Can't refrain
God our quarterback is strange

Can't complain
I let myself out today
Trick plays
Defensive lashing out is lame
I should say
A little help could make a change
Another day
God our quarterback is strange



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Barrica, Benjamin Garside, Brett Johnson, Justin Miller, Patrick Moriarty, Russell Sharp
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