Spare A Few

Let’s buy decency,
And we’ll stitch into the arms of our sweaters,
Cause I’m just a fool,
With an acoustic guitar, no shimmer.

I used to read books,
If they held my attention I still might.
The callous on my thumbs,
Say I stay up and twiddle all night

I’ve got some shoes,
That’ve seen, more than they should have, so far.
Nothing to lose,
The end of me might be the death of the car.

I’ve got some hooks,
But I don’t know where I left them.
Spare a few bucks,
Cause I don’t know where I left them.

I’ll be your president,
In a state of two, or one.
You draw some lines in the sand,
Cause I’m a professional bed-bum.

Not much of a career,
But I’ve had a few good laughs and some.
Cause you do what you love,
And if you love what you do, it’s all fun.

I’ve got some hooks,
But I don’t know where I wrote them.
Spare a few bucks,
Cause I don’t know where I spent them.

I’ve got some looks,
But I have no clue who left them.
Spare a few drops of luck,
Cause I’ve got more than my share of it.

Cause I’m just a fool,
With an acoustic guitar, no shimmer.
Cause I’m just a fool,
With an acoustic guitar, no shimmer.