Whooping Cough

Would you like an award for your performance

I have trophies to lend you for a photo here hold this

Wait for the flash, snap

Oh my goodness you're gorgeous

But I'm aware and I know that it's all bogus

I prefer my isolation

So when the crowd comes

And crowd control doesn't notice

My anger flares

And my heart becomes coldest

The audacity of me grows and

I let it get the best of me

And my poorly worded vocals

The vibrations in my chords

Give you a taste of hatred

You come to a point of disgust

After I'm done with the picture I've painted

It's deja vu to me

Brand spanking new to you

I should know better

But the DNA in me Does Not Allow me to

You and your smoker's cough

With how much you work your lungs

You're sure one to talk

You and your smoker's cough

With how much you work your lungs

You're sure one to talk

So I lose control

Skidding left and right

On the verge of crashing

Spinning off this bumpy road

I'm not completely oblivious

I know no one's perfect

So instead of looking for it

You look for the problems

You're willing to work with

I found something close enough to call a blessing

A word I choose not to use

But I get that type of feeling with you

I hope I'm not saying anything too soon

But I get that type of feeling with you

Just thoughts of mine

Nothing serious, simple observations

I know that small breakage

Could be patched up with a simple conversation

So I can sleep it off

And let the words I wanna say

Infest and irritate

The back of my throat like whooping cough

Or I can talk, explain it all

Find a resolution, then poof problem solved

You and your smoker's cough