Hart, Michigan
Good morning, Hartman
It's so good to see you're charting down
To the tunes you'll listen to
Sing and tune
And if I had a heart
Then I would probably find a moment's notice
To write something better
Down for you
But while I'm inspired
But while I'm inspired
But while I'm inspired
While I'm inspired
I'll find a place to start fire
And if you wouldn't mind that
I'll play my stupid guitar
And pray to God that I'd find it
The words to set off the spark
Like gasoline for the riot
Or like nonsense when I'm nervous
Y'all know I am far too much
My hands feel heavy tonight
If you wouldn't mind, could you hold them?
I think my bones need the time, to sleep
And I would speak if I owned them
But I sold my soul for the rhyme
So I would know how to say this
I'm a f***ing sucker for highs
Hope you're a sucker for music
Cause you can have all of mine