Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Knock Knock.

Song time. The chords were too difficult to write in shorthand.

Welcome to my home
Don't leave the door open, please
I'm not really in the habit
Of putting guests at ease
But I'll do the best that I can do
So that your stay is pleasant
At least for you

I'm not really in the habit
Of letting people in at all
It'll makes things a lot easier
When I inevitably fall
But I guess I'll show you around my place
Please reserve your judgments
This is a special case

This is my room
It's where I sit while I'm pretending
I know exactly what I'm doing
When really I have got no clue at all
This is my room
Now you've seen I guess you'll know
How things exactly were meant to go
When I inevitably fall

Welcome to my home
You all come more often now
I've gotten a little better
At talking to you aloud
But I'm still me fundamentally
It just doesn't look it anymore
For all to see

I've gotten a little better
At letting people through
I tend to talk a lot more now
Than what I used to do
But you can't see really I'm still the same
A lioness veneer above
But secretly I'm tame

This is my room
It's where I sit while I'm pretending
I know exactly what I'm doing
When really I have got no clue at all
This is my room
Now you've seen I guess you'll know
How things exactly were meant to go
When I inevitably fall

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