No good at streaming, 'less the tears stream down my face
Stream of consciousness
Is still my favorite place to float upstream
An empathy I have for high fidelity
Can often feel like a lie
And anyway, MP3s can still make people cry
Yeah, they can make you cry
It's not the format, it's the form you choose, it moves
Don't try to sell me a fake
'Cause I can easily see through it, you lose
This desolation is another kind of blues
But everybody knew you were easily bruisеd
You can't win against the booze
The glass is еmpty and the grass is not so green
Have you ever tried 'em keen?
You only keep yourself too mean
Would you know my meaning if it punched you in the face?
You need the help of others
But they can't take your place, and you're not easily fooled

If you sing me yours, I will feel it (If you send me yours)
If you play the blues, make me deal with it
If you sing without you, then you steal it
(If you sing without you)
If you fall apart, maybe there's not enough steel in it

Stream of unconsciousness was always your favorite state
And now you spit in my face
And want me to help you remunerate
Well you've crossed the line
The way I see it, there's no point in holding back
If someone doesn't wanna feel what I sing
It's okay, it's alright, I still got your back
No good at dreaming, 'less your face is somewhere nearby
And if I tell you the truth
Will you still tell me the lies that I so need to hear?

If you sing me yours, I will feel it (If you send me yours)
If you play the blues, make me punch drunk and deal with it
If you sing without you, you conceal it
(If you sing without you)
Though your soul might be tough
Your voice doesn't need steel in it

No good with numbers, well at least I have my songs
And if the sad and the waltz-time ones
Make everyone feel wrong
Well I'm ready to split
I stopped believing when I saw the look on your face
My disappointment's only with the human race

If you sing me yours, I will feel it (If you send me yours)
If you bring me the blues, make me deal with it
If it's a pallet on the floor, you can sleep on it
(If it's a pallet on the floor)
If your mind is made up, maybe we are both at peace with it