Contradance Lyrics

I don't wanna write this song

And I don't wanna spend no more days and weeks on useless words

And I won't cater to the futility that hounds the every second

I try entertaining something else, too

It didn't have to be, but still it was

This song is Broken Triangle's concession

Thank the Lord this is over

And thank the Lord I'm here

Or this'd be devastating

I'm tired of drawing with the milk I spilled

On a table with so many luxuries that makes one feel as if made but to consume

I'd rather be the man that cries how his baby fled at the third drink on a downtown club

It didn't have to be, that's what I said but

I don't know no more

'Cause all these songs I've done, like monkeys with their barrel guns

Pushing rafts with cuca joints

Were the respite of my own immaturity

Thank the Lord this is over

And thank the Lord I'm here

And thank the Lord this is over

And thank the Lord I'm here

Or this'd be