Shooter McGavin - Burnt By The Sun

And this is where I’m supposed to be impressed, isn’t it?

Let me tell you how overwhelmed I am

Remind me to be in awe of you

Remind me to lie.

Remind me to smile

Remind me to do anything but to express what’s on my mind

Because the truth might shake your stable ground

You know this show is dark and drab

And what you’re saying doesn’t brighten things much

I don’t care how fucking great your band is

«You're so good.

You’re a god.

I’m so impressed of what you’ve become.»

I would be pleased if it meant something real to you

Just walk away

This is image and from my angle what you’re doing doesn’t blow my hair back

No, I’m not moved.

No reason to pay it any mind

I don’t care.

I’d be pleased if it was something real to you

But intil then I don’t care.

I don’t care

No reason at all for me to waste my time.

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