Letra de This Microphone
Selflessly hiding all emotions inside Chilly and dry, New England style Nobody's figured out my twelve fatal flaws Who's keeping score? Who wins that war? I'm busting out And I know everyone agreesCaring is carting bad ideas to the dump And taking my time, taking my time Hey, this microphone was turned on all alongI tried returning all that stuff to the store But then I bought more, then I bought more I'm done explaining all these reckless displays Hard to defend, I'm in a haze Old stories told In brand-new clothes I bought todayKindness is killing off my unfinished dreams And walking away, just walking away Hey, this microphone was turned on all alongCaring is carting bad ideas to the dump And taking my time, taking my time Hey, this microphone was turned on all along