my cup runneth over and my feet do hurt
my four leaf clover is ground down in the dirt
i mistook invention and worldly intentions
my cup runneth under: no wonder i hurt
they're asking for food and they're asking for prayers
they're asking for money to pay them to care
i mistake vulgarity as first aid and charity
i've done what I can: but i can't say i've been there
the string around my finger reminds me of it all
operator answers and she hooks up my call
she mistook my voice by freedom of choice
and the giants: are starting to fall
my birthday is coming my presence is not
i must be a fool by the presents i got
you mistake my rage as a sign of our age
i just like to be angry--and pissed off a lot
you answer me wrong but empty and less
your answers are wrong despite the words to impress
you mistake appearance and terms of endearment
am i always a liar?
the answer is yes.
sean dreilinger // download a recording of this song from mp3.com