Matchbox

I'm a master of Matchbox guitar sessions
 You're a master of passive-aggressive magic tricks
 Like, that's not a card that I would've picked
 But it's your life to live like how you'd like to live
 You're type of cool that likes to talk a lot
 I'm the type of fool to listen
 They say a wise man lends his ears but not his thoughts often
 The same is true of undercover cops
 And the undercover bubbler got me doubly high as heaven
 We're still under the radar, seven billion on the planet
 Wading straight to the moon
 Salutations to Apollo
 While the Mission To Mars is surely soon to follow
 And you bit my lip when I kissed you
 I bit my tongue not to tell you that I miss you
 We shared my blood for an instant
 And I would trade some more to have it back
 Yeah I would trade all of this for that
 I'm in the back of a fifteen passenger van
 Doing an expose on feelings I don't fully understand
 Started a Matchbox guitar slow jam
 With hope just as large as the room in my car
 My career went as far as the can that I kicked down the road for awhile until I'm just settled in
 Hold it for change from charitable donors like
 Excuse me sir, miss could you spare a moment to...
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 I know I should've been more vocal
 Sure, I could've been more social
 I've been hanging out it's a short rope though
 It's been awhile I should've wrote but I'm going postal
 I'm GOING POSTAL
 I've been coasting
 I've been coping okay for the most part
 ♪
 Everybody I know wants to be a star
 Just above the atmosphere flying high
 Just above the average fear to try
 Keeping me grounded, holding me down for miles
 Everybody I know wants the gleam
 In designer tops and ten dollar magazines
 Infatuated with the beams, you go crazy when I speak
 Aggravated when I say what I mean
 I mean, I mean
 You see, is that
 I'm a master of Matchbox guitar sessions
 You're a master of passive aggressive magic tricks
 Like: that's not the card that I would've picked
 But it's your life to live like you'd like to live
 You're the master of Matlock lock picking lessons
 I'm the asshole who keeps laughing at our predicaments
 Like this ain't the life that I should've picked
 But it's the cards we're dealt we play with
 Shit
 
 I'm a master of Matchbox guitar sessions
 You're a master of passive-aggressive magic tricks
 Like, that's not a card that I would've picked
 But it's your life to live like how you'd like to live
 You're type of cool that likes to talk a lot
 I'm the type of fool to listen
 They say a wise man lends his ears but not his thoughts often
 The same is true of undercover cops
 And the undercover bubbler got me doubly high as heaven
 We're still under the radar, seven billion on the planet
 Wading straight to the moon
 Salutations to Apollo
 While the Mission To Mars is surely soon to follow
 And you bit my lip when I kissed you
 I bit my tongue not to tell you that I miss you
 We shared my blood for an instant
 And I would trade some more to have it back
 Yeah I would trade all of this for that
 I'm in the back of a fifteen passenger van
 Doing an expose on feelings I don't fully understand
 Started a Matchbox guitar slow jam
 With hope just as large as the room in my car
 My career went as far as the can that I kicked down the road for awhile until I'm just settled in
 Hold it for change from charitable donors like
 Excuse me sir, miss could you spare a moment to...
 SUPPORT LOCAL SUPPORT LOCAL
 I know I should've been more vocal
 Sure, I could've been more social
 I've been hanging out it's a short rope though
 It's been awhile I should've wrote but I'm going postal
 I'm GOING POSTAL
 I've been coasting
 I've been coping okay for the most part
 ♪
 Everybody I know wants to be a star
 Just above the atmosphere flying high
 Just above the average fear to try
 Keeping me grounded, holding me down for miles
 Everybody I know wants the gleam
 In designer tops and ten dollar magazines
 Infatuated with the beams, you go crazy when I speak
 Aggravated when I say what I mean
 I mean, I mean
 You see, is that
 I'm a master of Matchbox guitar sessions
 You're a master of passive aggressive magic tricks
 Like: that's not the card that I would've picked
 But it's your life to live like you'd like to live
 You're the master of Matlock lock picking lessons
 I'm the asshole who keeps laughing at our predicaments
 Like this ain't the life that I should've picked
 But it's the cards we're dealt we play with
 Shit
 
 I'm a master of Matchbox guitar sessions
 You're a master of passive-aggressive magic tricks
 Like, that's not a card that I would've picked
 But it's your life to live like how you'd like to live
 You're type of cool that likes to talk a lot
 I'm the type of fool to listen
 They say a wise man lends his ears but not his thoughts often
 The same is true of undercover cops
 And the undercover bubbler got me doubly high as heaven
 We're still under the radar, seven billion on the planet
 Wading straight to the moon
 Salutations to Apollo
 While the Mission To Mars is surely soon to follow
 And you bit my lip when I kissed you
 I bit my tongue not to tell you that I miss you
 We shared my blood for an instant
 And I would trade some more to have it back
 Yeah I would trade all of this for that
 I'm in the back of a fifteen passenger van
 Doing an expose on feelings I don't fully understand
 Started a Matchbox guitar slow jam
 With hope just as large as the room in my car
 My career went as far as the can that I kicked down the road for awhile until I'm just settled in
 Hold it for change from charitable donors like
 Excuse me sir, miss could you spare a moment to...
 SUPPORT LOCAL SUPPORT LOCAL
 I know I should've been more vocal
 Sure, I could've been more social
 I've been hanging out it's a short rope though
 It's been awhile I should've wrote but I'm going postal
 I'm GOING POSTAL
 I've been coasting
 I've been coping okay for the most part
 ♪
 Everybody I know wants to be a star
 Just above the atmosphere flying high
 Just above the average fear to try
 Keeping me grounded, holding me down for miles
 Everybody I know wants the gleam
 In designer tops and ten dollar magazines
 Infatuated with the beams, you go crazy when I speak
 Aggravated when I say what I mean
 I mean, I mean
 You see, is that
 I'm a master of Matchbox guitar sessions
 You're a master of passive aggressive magic tricks
 Like: that's not the card that I would've picked
 But it's your life to live like you'd like to live
 You're the master of Matlock lock picking lessons
 I'm the asshole who keeps laughing at our predicaments
 Like this ain't the life that I should've picked
 But it's the cards we're dealt we play with
 Shit
 
 I'm a master of Matchbox guitar sessions
 You're a master of passive-aggressive magic tricks
 Like, that's not a card that I would've picked
 But it's your life to live like how you'd like to live
 You're type of cool that likes to talk a lot
 I'm the type of fool to listen
 They say a wise man lends his ears but not his thoughts often
 The same is true of undercover cops
 And the undercover bubbler got me doubly high as heaven
 We're still under the radar, seven billion on the planet
 Wading straight to the moon
 Salutations to Apollo
 While the Mission To Mars is surely soon to follow
 And you bit my lip when I kissed you
 I bit my tongue not to tell you that I miss you
 We shared my blood for an instant
 And I would trade some more to have it back
 Yeah I would trade all of this for that
 I'm in the back of a fifteen passenger van
 Doing an expose on feelings I don't fully understand
 Started a Matchbox guitar slow jam
 With hope just as large as the room in my car
 My career went as far as the can that I kicked down the road for awhile until I'm just settled in
 Hold it for change from charitable donors like
 Excuse me sir, miss could you spare a moment to...
 SUPPORT LOCAL SUPPORT LOCAL
 I know I should've been more vocal
 Sure, I could've been more social
 I've been hanging out it's a short rope though
 It's been awhile I should've wrote but I'm going postal
 I'm GOING POSTAL
 I've been coasting
 I've been coping okay for the most part
 ♪
 Everybody I know wants to be a star
 Just above the atmosphere flying high
 Just above the average fear to try
 Keeping me grounded, holding me down for miles
 Everybody I know wants the gleam
 In designer tops and ten dollar magazines
 Infatuated with the beams, you go crazy when I speak
 Aggravated when I say what I mean
 I mean, I mean
 You see, is that
 I'm a master of Matchbox guitar sessions
 You're a master of passive aggressive magic tricks
 Like: that's not the card that I would've picked
 But it's your life to live like you'd like to live
 You're the master of Matlock lock picking lessons
 I'm the asshole who keeps laughing at our predicaments
 Like this ain't the life that I should've picked
 But it's the cards we're dealt we play with
 Shit