I WRITE THE B-SIDES

i write the b-sides
that make a small portion of the world cry
i like the seaside
and singing songs that make you not wanna die
throw a stone into the sea
and wait for it to come back to me
better get out on the boat
'cause someone told me that stones don't float


i like to sit out back
and look up at the squirrels in the trees
they don't like radio tracks
and they don't ever talk down to me
throw a nut up in the tree
gonna fall right back on me
well these guys know who they are
and what they need is in their own backyard


i like to play in the snow
i stick my hand in now where did it go
it might be mighty cold
but that's all part of not doing what you're told