
The Time We Have Patricia Taxxon
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Roadways inside my head
Did I forget to mention
The time we have is running out
Roadways inside my head
Did I forget to mention
The time we have is running out
Sometimes I have to ask why the fuck I’m still doing this
Has this all been just for me or ‘cause I thought that Mark would like it?
Are the choices that aren’t for him just for my fat pretentious dick?
Is this what AJR was getting at? It doesn’t feel any different
Look at me! That’s all this is, look at me!
Music’s a call for attention, that’s why I give it out for free
Just hoping someone will give a damn to my tragedies
I’m squirting my shit all over the internet’s special branches of the tree
So what is it? If that was all I’m looking for
Then why can’t I just kill my pride and go four on the floor?
All I do is cut off those I could connect to if I tried
But I stay here out of some misguided effort not to lie
Every artist says their work is for them and them only
But the best one on the planet wouldn’t make shit for nobody
And just as high and mighty as I pretend to be
I know I’m just as starved without an audience who prays to me
Did I forget to mention
The time we have is running out
Roadways inside my head
Did I forget to mention
The time we have is running out
Sometimes I have to ask why the fuck I’m still doing this
Has this all been just for me or ‘cause I thought that Mark would like it?
Are the choices that aren’t for him just for my fat pretentious dick?
Is this what AJR was getting at? It doesn’t feel any different
Look at me! That’s all this is, look at me!
Music’s a call for attention, that’s why I give it out for free
Just hoping someone will give a damn to my tragedies
I’m squirting my shit all over the internet’s special branches of the tree
So what is it? If that was all I’m looking for
Then why can’t I just kill my pride and go four on the floor?
All I do is cut off those I could connect to if I tried
But I stay here out of some misguided effort not to lie
Every artist says their work is for them and them only
But the best one on the planet wouldn’t make shit for nobody
And just as high and mighty as I pretend to be
I know I’m just as starved without an audience who prays to me
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