Picker of His Words - Skating Polly

I still need to go

I don’t wanna feel slow

I don’t need to learn what’s all known

I don’t if you’re right

I might be too tight

I don’t wanna shred my words tonight

I bet that’s what you say to those new girls you’ve been showin' off

I bet that’s how you flash lights when I’ve been hiding in the dark

From me from me from me

From me from me from me

Awfully late for the race

Delicate to the trace

I’m feeling too tired to run your pace

I don’t know if you’re all

Quit takin' your calls

I can’t tell if I’m falling or not

I bet you just walk on coals once they’ve already cooled off

I bet you just come act strong when I’m starting to break down

To me to me to me

To me to me to me

Oh master, a sinner, a picker of his words

A liar, well hire he climbs up to his throne

An ink pen a tablet, he likes the so absurd

Oh master, a sinner, a picker of his words

I know what to say he tells me, tells me anyway

He tells me what to say and calls it my way

Oh it’s everyday it’s every night and everyway

He tells me tells me what to say and calls it my day

I know what to say he tells me, tells me anyway

He tells me what to say and calls it my way

Oh it’s everyday it’s every night and everyway

He tells me tells me what to say and calls it my day