Elephant Shoes

I'm confused, I was dead to you We're cuttin' rug up in the living room, elephant shoes And that there's one way to get me unsubdued I used to be the sudden bummer and a bringer of bad news And if that kid runs through tonight It's a sparring on sight If serotonin's legitimately significant to you I'll say hello to my literacy and sit in my room I'm down with quasi the prefix A mix of movie and tunes I put my tongue to the ceiling if ever feeling consumed I won't say, I won't say, more to you I won't say, I won't say, more Make due, how flexible As if nobody else was situated next to you Without a passenger, go many full moons backwards And show me something that may ruin my night And if that fits your mood and your style I might just politely tell you about the door I mean if no one was looking I'd get a better impression How come it seems to be way more fun with fewer discretion So much for being outspoken I'm in the elephant's room A monologue in my pocket, no one to tell it to I won't say, I won't say, more to you I won't say, I won't say I've got no one to tell it to I'll just be another one Another white boy haircut Another grey, to get the wrong impression of No more cataleptics, no more French crop coastline You'll be paid, baby I'll just be another one Another white boy haircut Another grey, to get the wrong impression of No more cataleptics, no more French crop co-sign You'll be paid, baby You'll be paid, baby Yeah you'll be paid to get the right impression then I won't say, I won't say More, more