Lend You Outside Dust Am I new, but do Why you were thinking I didn't have a clue Tough to sort files With your voice in my head So then I bribed you downstairs with a Marlboro red Now I feel so small discovering you knew How much more torture would you have put me through You probably saw me laughing at all your jokes Or how I did not mind when you stole all my smokes And although my pride Is not easy to disturb You sent me flying When you kicked me to the curb With your better jeans And the obesity tear Now I can't work like this, no, no With you next to me And although he is nothing In the scheme of my years It just serves to bludgeon my futile tears And I'm not used to this, no, no I observe, yeah, I don't chase But now I sit with consequences thrust in my face, yeah And the melodramas of my day deliver blows That surpass your rejection, it just goes to show A simple attraction that reflects right back to me So I'm not as into you as I appear to be, yeah And although my pride Is not easy to disturb You sent me flying When you kicked me to the curb With your better jeans And the obesity tear Now I can't work like this, no With you next to me His message was brutal But the delivery was kind Maybe if I get this down I'll get it off my mind, yeah Oh, it serves to condition me And smoothen my kinks, yeah Despite my frustration for the way that he thinks And I knew the truth when it came would lead to that effect At least you're attracted to me, which I did not expect Didn't think you'd get my number down as such But I've never hated myself for my age so much, yeah And although my pride Is not easy to disturb, yeah You sent me flying When you kicked me to the curb With your better jeans And the obesity tear Now I can't work like this, no With you next to me And although my pride Is not easy to disturb, yeah You sent me flying When you kicked me to the curb With your better jeans And the obesity tear Her name is Terry We've just met But already she knows me better than you She understands me After eighteen, yeah And you still don't see me like you ought to do Maybe we could talk about things If you was made of wooden strings While I love her every sound I don't know how to turn you down And you're so thick and my pace is thin So I got me a new best friend With a pickup that puts you to shame And Terry gets her name And when I'm lonely Terry's there And she plays along While I sing out my blues I could be crying And you don't care You won't call me back You're stubborn as a mule Maybe we could talk about things If you was made of wooden strings You might think I've gone too far I'm talking about my new guitar