Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
Brendan Benson
I'm just tryin' to get something started
Been so low and so downhearted
Haven't seen my friends in awhile
And I never laugh and hardly ever smile
It's a deep-seeded knee-jerk reaction
Without fail the same course of action
And it's the truth but it's always sugar-coated
And the starting gun is ever loaded
I take it too hard, I take it to heart
What kind of world? What kind of world?
You take me apart before I can start
What kind of world?
I'm still trying to figure something out
I shoot 'em down and I shut them out
All my efforts just ricochet
Off these walls that are put in my way
And every word like a stray bullet
Put my finger on the trigger and pull it
I take it too hard, I take it to heart
What kind of world? What kind of world?
You take me apart before I can start
What kind of world?
I take it too hard, I take it to heart
What kind of world? What kind of world?
You take me apart before I can ...
And I've looked without luck for the cure
It's a condition that responds behavior
A symbol of appreciation
It's a thimble full of motivation
So looked over, so underrated
Every move proves to be ill fated
Never stray. Always stay in focus
When every gesture goes unnoticed
I take it too hard, I take it to heart
What kind of world? What kind of world?
You take me apart before I can start
What kind of world?
I take it too hard, I take it to heart
What kind of world? What kind of world?
You take me apart before I can start
What kind of world?