Small Talk

SPahrk

I don’t wanna talk about the weather
I don’t wanna talk about your dog
I don’t wanna talk about your children,
How ‘bout the absence of God?

I wanna talk about death.
I wanna sing about time.
How much we have left,
And what Life means to be mine.
We could die any minute,
But it might take years.
So come to terms with wastin’ it,
Get a grip on all your fears.

I don’t wanna talk about the office,
I don’t wanna talk about reviews,
I don’t need to hear the latest gossip,
Or your goddamn political views.

I wanna talk about death.
I wanna sing about time.
How much we have left,
And what Life means to be mine.
We could die any minute,
But it might take years.
So come to terms with wastin’ it,
Get a grip on all your fears.

Small Talk…
Small Talk…
Small Talk…
Small Talk…