Terry the Self Obsessed Empath

Oh what a great man Only hears the best he can Only talks about how he's getting out But he's having doubts I guess he tired of taking the longer way around He just sits down And says that he has always been around Sipping gold with tobacco in his mouth Just spit it out It's just those small sounds Which turn his head into a battle ground Green fields suddenly become so very loud And all he feels is doubt I guess he's tired of taking the longer way around Start drinking So you don't have to be thinking for so long Start drinking So you don't have to be thinking for so long It's a small town You're only ever here to settle down We only talk about how we're gonna get out But I'm having doubts I guess we're tired of taking the longer way around Start drinking So you don't have to be thinking for so long Start drinking So you don't have to be thinking for so long