Kid Stuff

(Steven Mailer)

A song about love and deception.

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I got no time for these pleasantries, just what are you not telling me?! I’m sick of this embellishing just what are you not mentioning?! If this is all you’ve got to say, then maybe I don’t gotta stay. I tell you now that I won’t play whatever game that you are trying to save! No, I won’t linger, sitting in the dark, finger on the trigger. Letting it slip, letting it wither. Don’t give a shit! It’s now or it’s never! I won’t sit, I won’t dally, I won’t stay. Taking tally every day. No, I will not live that way You can play this one-man game. When I’m gone you’ll hold the blame. I got no time for these empty words, every lie is another line blurred I don’t care now if you’re hurt coz playing along has grown absurd. Keep my stuff if it makes you smile. I won’t be back for a long-ass while. Had my fill of all your bile. And now I’ve gotta decompress. Take my time to reconcile. No, I won’t linger, sitting in the dark, finger on the trigger. Letting it slip, letting it wither. Don’t give a shit! It’s now or it’s never! I won’t sit, I won’t dally, I won’t stay. Taking tally every day. No, I will not live that way You can play this one-man game. When I’m gone you’ll hold the blame. One last chance is all I’ve got! To try my hand and take the shot! Falling in love is just kid stuff all that shit was just made up. The truth be told, it takes some work. It takes a toll and it takes some hurt. But before I’m cold beneath the dirt I’d like to see just what I’m worth. I’d like to see just what I’m worth. I’d like to see just what I’m worth. I can’t predict, I can’t sense the play. I’d like to be a kid, for just one last day...

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