Trite - Sage Francis

I’m having identity crises

«no we’re not.»

«yes we are.»

I’m having identity crises

«no we’re not.»

«yes we are.»

I don’t have a feeling that hasn’t been felt, feeling on my felt tip

Showing my hand… revealing what i’ve dealt with

And how i’m dealing.

cut the deck.

evenly distribute the pieces

Of shit talking during our disputes on weekends

We can sing along to each other’s song, right?

Even if the interpretation is wrong, right?

Just make sure you don’t bring the wrong mike

'cause i don’t care about meeting a boyfriend we can all like (nah!)

This song is called trite, hope ya like it

Could’ve substituted your name with the title but i decided that i’d keep it

private

Violent dream sequences just seem endless

I can see myself making a heated entrance

To your workplace with a smirk on my face

And a tongue in my cheek.

and a gun in my reach

Sneaking naked photos of myself under the seats of your co-workers

Putting a knife to your throat and screaming out «i won’t hurt her!»

They’re like, «let her go!»

And i’m like, «let her grow!»

Prisoners wouldn’t listen to this.

their rational side was out on a furlough

I like turbo-nuclear family affairs

I want a wife, a house, and two and a half mistresses to call when i’m not there

Then hang up the phone, and have my wife call up the phone company

And ask the phone company guy «why???»

And he’s like, «ma'am…well, maybe you just don’t know how to talk.»

And she’s like, «damn…well…wanna fuck me?»

«yeah of course.»

See?

case closed.

and he knows how to trace calls

So i can’t make cranks saying, «i hate ya’ll!»

I throw baseballs at my mirror, break walls a tear a-

Nother page out of my diary, throwing it from the eighth floor 'til i hear a

Pin drop.

unsuspecting pallbearers are in shock

They know i’m about to kill myself with a sling shot

They bring rocks for ammunition

Steal my lifetime magazines and then cancel my subscription

Their hands are just itching to scratch my clean records

My rap sheets are infected, now i can’t be president???

I just have to be elected!

i ask for just a second chance

The answer back was «kid, you never did in the first place.»

Speaking of that, give me my blue ribbons back and anything that is mine

Waiting for a nice guy who can’t make it to the finish line

When i die you won’t recognize the picture buried inside the obituary

But it’ll say, «bye, i miss you very much.»

I’m always one for last words at departing time

In a million years is when this dead star will shine

Say my fuckin' name.

nope.

say my fuckin' name.

nope

You don’t…know what to call me so you don’t

You don’t you don’t call me

You don’t you don’t call me