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