Thursdays at Mitch's
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You taught your dog to lie, cheat, and steal,
then beat it when he brought home a bone.
So he sits in his corner, wagging his tail,
and he waits for the day
you decide it’s time to walk.
But the only collar you own
is that cross around your neck.
You’ve outgrown it by now;
it chokes you every day,
so who’s the one calling the shots?
A spontaneous decision that it wasn’t worth risking,
but who’s to say this isn’t what you’re missing now?
Consciously, you’re striking a deal,
but you ain’t the only one in town.
So he’ll sit in his corner, order a round,
and he’ll wait for the day
you decide it’s time to talk.
But the only voice that you know
is the guilt inside your head.
I think you know it by now;
drowns you when you’re sober,
so who’s the one buying the shots?
A spontaneous decision that it wasn’t worth risking,
but who’s to say this isn’t what you’re missing now?
String me up, punching bag of meal:
a piñata for your 22nd birthday.
But your blindfold’s transparent, own one-way mirror,
so I’ll wait for the day
when you swing and you miss.
Cause I think you’re worth fighting for,
even if we’re not.
Yeah, I think you’re worth fighting for,
even if we’re not or I’m not.
Well, who’s the one taking the shots?
A spontaneous decision that it wasn’t worth risking,
but who’s to say I'm not what you’re missing now?
You taught your dog to lie, cheat, and steal,
then beat it when he brought home a bone.
So he sits in his corner, wagging his tail,
and he waits for the day
you decide it’s time to walk.
But the only collar you own
is that cross around your neck.
You’ve outgrown it by now;
it chokes you every day,
so who’s the one calling the shots?
A spontaneous decision that it wasn’t worth risking,
but who’s to say this isn’t what you’re missing now?
Consciously, you’re striking a deal,
but you ain’t the only one in town.
So he’ll sit in his corner, order a round,
and he’ll wait for the day
you decide it’s time to talk.
But the only voice that you know
is the guilt inside your head.
I think you know it by now;
drowns you when you’re sober,
so who’s the one buying the shots?
A spontaneous decision that it wasn’t worth risking,
but who’s to say this isn’t what you’re missing now?
String me up, punching bag of meal:
a piñata for your 22nd birthday.
But your blindfold’s transparent, own one-way mirror,
so I’ll wait for the day
when you swing and you miss.
Cause I think you’re worth fighting for,
even if we’re not.
Yeah, I think you’re worth fighting for,
even if we’re not or I’m not.
Well, who’s the one taking the shots?
A spontaneous decision that it wasn’t worth risking,
but who’s to say I'm not what you’re missing now?
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laid down to nap and the song played in my head.
When writers here put their words in a song
they take on so much more meaning for me.
I feel like I get it, hearing the emotion,
the tune created to fit.
I loved your words, song, voice, really touched my heart ...
so good! Thank you
You are very talented
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Cheers.