Walking to the corner store
To get some quarters
They say they don’t have any
Something ‘bout a shortage
Guess it doesn’t matter anyway
Cuz I can’t change for you
No it doesn’t matter anyway
Cuz I can’t change for you
I’m so fucking funny
I’m so fucking clever
Everything that comes out of my mouth
Reads like an Edith Wharton letter
But I can’t seem to stop
Messing everything up
The cup’s not half full or half empty
It’s just a fucking cup
I think it's difficult to write songs about something other than romantic love, and still be able to communicate the intensity with which those feelings can hit a person. Some of the entries on this album are fantastic examples of this niche. dani_bloop