Encore

Have you ever been smashed down to the ground?
Hope's only for the hopeless, I've found.
But I'm sorry, it appears to be I missed ya,
damn near fell down tripping up a twister.

I'd perform an encore, but I gave myself a blister,
just another reason to write up a list of
"I'm sorry"s, excuses and remedies,
but you still don't have a thing on me.

I got blue high heels and pink sunglasses,
another melody that's gonna kick your asses.
Another blurry night that I'll soon regret,
long-felt feelings that I won't forget.

I'd perform an encore before I play to begin,
I didn't know this open door was a sin,
but I'm sorry, your excuse is my remedy,
and you still don't have a thing on me.

You got love,
you got nothing that I don't,
you got a smooth song,
it's nothing.

Have you ever been shot out to the sky,
hard to feel down when you're so damn high.
But it happens, I burst my own bubble,
seems that the sky has only caused me trouble.

I call it a score, they call it a fumble,
better go down and get the director a double,
but that's all you've got, and that's all you'll get,
I got an encore, so don't you fret.

I got a second chance when I should be dead,
don't let the phoenix complex get to your head.
I got my charcoal, pen and ink, and my poetry,
these words are only what they mean to me.

They call it a score, I call it inspiration,
I couldn't live my life purely on vibrations.
Now that's all I've got, but there's more to get,
there's another encore, so don't you fret.

You got love,
you got nothing that I don't,
you got a smooth song,
it's nothing.

You got love, inspired,
you got poetry, on fire.
You got love,
you got nothing.

Trip a twister and now it's gone,
shouldn't have let it sit for so long.
And now inspiration's theft,
it's all that you've got left.

You got love,
you got nothing that I don't,
you got a smooth song,
it's nothing.