Текст песни I'm Not Really A Spring

Look at all these kids acquiring shame at such a tender age

A lifetime free of bitter days in store

Self-effacing, model social lives

Don't people ever slowly rot inside their own world anymore?

I don't pitch the case for isolation

But there's one 'okay' and then some other 'okay'

For the sake of the people you tell

Hi, I'm Silent Steve--or Chatty Charles--I'll take requests

What kind of numbers do you think I'm going to need?

Find who want to test themselves and come on like a sharpened pencil

Work inside the lines of someone's greed

I can't sit and make myself want nothing

But I won't go knocking doors to find out

How many tickets to me I can sell

They think I'm banging Anabelle and it's not going well

Stop this line of questions, I can't really say what I mean

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Stop this documentary, I'm not really a spring

Making nice to girls, not knowing they'd prefer a thoughtless bastard

Widening the old discrepency

Something pulls your body, draws your lips like an electromagnet

How could I suppose it might be me?

Still, every eighteen months I wonder

Why don't we just, if we're so free to,

And what would stop us from getting right up

And have we been so easily satisfied for so long?

Except each eighteen months or so I think again

Why don't we say "thank God there's still time"--

We were just lying down, but they'll say that we fell

They think I'm banging Anabelle and it's not going well

Stop this line of questions, I can't really say what I mean

Think I'm bragging, Anabelle, and it's not show and tell

Stop this documentary, I'm not really a spring