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No Good With Words Video (MV)




Performed By: Tylor Carl
Length: 3:56
Written by: Tylor Schlink




Tylor Carl - No Good With Words Lyrics
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I know that you don't have the time
To listen to a mediocre guy who rhymes
So I will not blame you
You know it's quite alright
But I gotta ask a question
While I still have your time
Why do other indie boys
Tell you they're no good with words?
Do they set the bar so low
So that they do not get hurt?
Or do they lie to you on purpose
Just so they can play the wordsmith
Then you tell 'em he's not worthless
Can't you see that plan's so perfect
Well I won't admit to you
That my mind isn't full of fruit
Just so you can send me news
That I don't need to feel the blues
So excuse me while I write
Deliver thoughts in form of rhyme
Because I don't need your Valentine
Save your money
Just give me your time
Just give me your time
Just give me your time
Just give me your time
I got my fist clenched
Behind my back
If I could swing I would
But higher power says I can't
When I'm at a loss for words and phrases
It's not like words can save us
And phrases never work without stress, stress, stress
And these padded walls that are in my mind
They'd be so soft to touch
But you need a straight jacket to go inside
And I know that that seems crazy
Like seeing Patrick Swayze
In 1990 or after 2009
But I don't wanna rest in peace
So you better put my grave on a lease
And that backwards dog on a leash
'Cause my mind is only at ease
When I'm not taking it easy
If I ask you what I'm thinking
Don't answer that question
'Cause it's rhetorical
Just give me your time
Just give me your time
Just give me your time
Just give me your time
These sticks and stones may break my bones
But silence always breaks my heart
I did not mean to come off mad
You just caught me off guard
So wrap me in a cast and clasp my hands
And tear my songs apart
But don't take my voice, it's not my choice
It's where my happy starts
(Why do other indie boys)
(Tell you they're no good with words?)
(Do they set the bar so low)
(So that they do not get hurt?)
(Or do they lie to you on purpose)
(Just so they can play the wordsmith)
(Then you tell 'em he's not worthless)
(Can't you see that plan's so perfect)
(Well I won't admit to you)
(That my mind isn't full of fruit)
(Just so you can send me news)
(That I don't need to feel the blues)
(So excuse me while I write)
(Deliver thoughts in form of rhyme)
(Because I don't need your Valentine)
(Save your money)
(Just give me your time)
Just give me your time
Just give me your time
Just give me your time
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I know that you don't have the time
To listen to a mediocre guy who rhymes
So I will not blame you
You know it's quite alright
But I gotta ask a question
While I still have your time
Why do other indie boys
Tell you they're no good with words?
Do they set the bar so low
So that they do not get hurt?
Or do they lie to you on purpose
Just so they can play the wordsmith
Then you tell 'em he's not worthless
Can't you see that plan's so perfect
Well I won't admit to you
That my mind isn't full of fruit
Just so you can send me news
That I don't need to feel the blues
So excuse me while I write
Deliver thoughts in form of rhyme
Because I don't need your Valentine
Save your money
Just give me your time
Just give me your time
Just give me your time
Just give me your time
I got my fist clenched
Behind my back
If I could swing I would
But higher power says I can't
When I'm at a loss for words and phrases
It's not like words can save us
And phrases never work without stress, stress, stress
And these padded walls that are in my mind
They'd be so soft to touch
But you need a straight jacket to go inside
And I know that that seems crazy
Like seeing Patrick Swayze
In 1990 or after 2009
But I don't wanna rest in peace
So you better put my grave on a lease
And that backwards dog on a leash
'Cause my mind is only at ease
When I'm not taking it easy
If I ask you what I'm thinking
Don't answer that question
'Cause it's rhetorical
Just give me your time
Just give me your time
Just give me your time
Just give me your time
These sticks and stones may break my bones
But silence always breaks my heart
I did not mean to come off mad
You just caught me off guard
So wrap me in a cast and clasp my hands
And tear my songs apart
But don't take my voice, it's not my choice
It's where my happy starts
(Why do other indie boys)
(Tell you they're no good with words?)
(Do they set the bar so low)
(So that they do not get hurt?)
(Or do they lie to you on purpose)
(Just so they can play the wordsmith)
(Then you tell 'em he's not worthless)
(Can't you see that plan's so perfect)
(Well I won't admit to you)
(That my mind isn't full of fruit)
(Just so you can send me news)
(That I don't need to feel the blues)
(So excuse me while I write)
(Deliver thoughts in form of rhyme)
(Because I don't need your Valentine)
(Save your money)
(Just give me your time)
Just give me your time
Just give me your time
Just give me your time
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Writer: Tylor Schlink
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