I’m a bother only my mother
Would still love me dressed in my
Fringe-trimmed collar Howdy Partner
Your life beats the hell from mine
I don’t like you, don’t even want to
I won’t let you run my life
Unless you get it right
Saving face and spending chances
Suede charades and dim what-ifs
Coming out swinging with an inkling
Other people don’t exist
Wonder if that’s dangerous
I’ll make you pay
For my parade
You rainy day
I’ll make you pay
I’ll make you pay
I’ll admit I don’t know better
But who’s to say I don’t know best
It’s too late to stake a claim on buried ways or ignorance
Hate to say it’s all the same
You’re a killjoy, baby, and that’s at best