all i need//

she’s a character identically uniquely designed/
tries to see the best in everything that i could never find/
sarcastic attitude not everyone quite understands/
we keep her up late doing nothing just like i planned/
here comes the throwaway line/
what i am/
cause i never am quite sure//

what you perceive/
cause i don’t know nothing at all/
but i believe/
in what i can see and more/
i’ve been back and forth and through that door/
what i never bargained for/
i received/
all i need//

he plays guitar but wait i can play the guitar too/
now he’s rapping still we’re laughing at all we do/
he’s counting crows just a little more than she can stand/
but it’s understandable and now i think i can/
rewrite the throwaway line/
what i am/
cause i never am quite sure//

she’s a rebel with her pink hair underneath/
late night tv and me when really she should go to sleep/
she’s walking on the edge when we’re up for no reason at all/
walking through battlefields of snow and ice to scale the wall/
there are no more throwaway lines for us all/
now that i know//

lyrics © 2008 by clint felts//