Politician

It’s getting late
You ask me to stay a while
Crumbled paper
Between your hands tell me
This is the time
Everything’s changing
But I can’t speak of the good and bad


It’s getting late
You tell me brilliance is on my way
I just can’t wait
For the things you’re about to say
Everything’s changing
But i can’t speak of the good and bad
I’m just a little bit afraid because


You’re a politician
You blood is made of stone
Your bones are liquid
And they’ll talk you into anything
And i’ll talk you into anything
You’re a politician
You bones are liquid
And your blood is made of stone


What can I ask from you
I want more than I can ever absorb
I want to have you
To tell you that i’m brilliant
But it’s not going to work
Everything’s changing
But I can’t speak of the good and bad
I’m just a little bit afraid because