Microphone

Monday morning wondering

What's that little something

That's gonna solve it once again?

It burns inside of me

Wanna get it out you see

Wanna leave before I'll go insane

Hey, I've had my say

The rain falls, I'm on my way

Turn off the microphone

Bye my second home

I'll leave this place for fertile grounds

Blow the speakers with an honest sound

I was killing time and now I bleed

It wipes the dirt right off my clothes

Gives me hope when I need it the most

Gives me the air when I need to fucking breath