(We're good) We're ready
Alright let's do it
Well I've grown tired of myself
And all of the wind blowin' from my mouth
A storm cloud swelled up in my head
Showered my words with ignorance
Ho-oo-oo
Ho-oo-oo
My lips have balanced on the last straw
And the weight of my pride made me fall right off
Would it've been better if I didn't speak
Avoiding the shame of my misery
Ho-oo-oo
Ho-oo-oo
Just when I thought
I figured it out
Well I went and opened my mouth
Ho-oo-oo
Ho-oo-oo
Have I made sense of anything
Knowing that I don't know anything
Poetic words can be beautiful
With nothing to say
I still sound meaningful
Ho-oo-oo
Ho-oo-oo
Ho-oo-oo
Ho-oo-oo

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