It’s a, it’s a, it’s a, it’s a typical story
 Where the bassist kills the singer
 And the guitarist and the drummer
 Find they’re in love with each other
Its the story of the kid
 Who clearly won’t know what to say
 When the love of his life starts
 To calmly walk away
And it’s the story of the dad
 Who decides to chase his dream
 He quits his job, he falls apart
 And he loses everything
 And it’s the story of the kid who
 Who just wants to make a record
 Loves and crafts it but nobody ever
 Ever cares about it
Hey hey, what’s your name
 Talk is for the guys you hate
 We should sit in silence
 While we think of what to say
 Hey, hey, I don’t think this is working out
 Will you forgot I ever asked you
 To come over to my house
And hey, hey I don’t think, I don’t know much
 But I know I couldn’t take a good punch
 So if you feel like I’ve been talking enough
 Just tell me to shut up
 And I will gladly shut the f**k up
I’m afraid of everything
 Staying the same of worsening
 So what’s the point of finding calm
 When calm to me is unsettling
 Settle down, little kid
 Your bones are shaking in your skin
 Go and try to take a breath
 Though nothing more, nothing less
It’s a, it’s a, it’s a, it’s a typical story of
 The king who had it all except for citizens
 Who didn’t want his head up on a wall
 It’s the typical story of the wife who couldn’t quit
 Being in love with such a giant piece of s**t
It’s the story of the queen who could never, ever think
 Of any redeeming qualities a man could ever bring
 It’s the story of the dog who wanted to run away
 ‘Till he learned that his life is way safer inside a cage
I don’t really need much
 Just a place to be alone
 You don’t really see much
 I think that I’m invisible
 My mirror shows another guy
 guy who doesn’t do s**t
 He just sits and is miserable
Everybody’s gotta live a life
 That they didn’t ask for
 Why would he put me here
 Just to die, just to, just to die
Hey hey, what’s your name
 Talk is for the guys you hate
 We should sit in silence
 While we think of what to say
 Hey, hey, I don’t think this is working out
 Will you forgot I ever asked you
 To come over to my house
And hey, hey I don’t think, I don’t know much
 But I know I couldn’t take a good punch
 So if you feel like I’ve been talking enough
 Just tell me to shut up
 And I will gladly shut the f**k up
Everybody’s gotta live a life
 That they didn’t ask for
 Why would he put me here
 Just to die, just to, just to die
Hey hey, what’s your name
 Talk is for the guys you hate
 We should sit in silence
 While we think of what to say
 Hey, hey, I don’t think this is working out
 Will you forgot I ever asked you
 To come over to my house
And hey, hey I don’t think, I don’t know much
 But I know I couldn’t take a good punch
 So if you feel like I’ve been talking enough
 Just tell me to shut up
 And I will gladly shut the f**k up…
➤ Hobo Johnson | 2019