Sad

Lyrics for Sad

Smoke and mirrors are good for barbecues and vanity But interfere with what you are trying to tell me Call it what it really is Call it target practice And I feel like a punching bag tonight Talk out loud Use words that people understand Everything else is written in sand And I know it will blow over I wish it would have ended I wish it would have ended I wish it would have ended Without being so long-winded Call it target practice Call it target practice Call it what it is