Seldom matters, the words that you say.
Matters less the noise you play.
Melody wraps it up in fine display.
But the tear down spits it out all the live long day.
The voice in the wire...
She attempts to remain.
There's a storm in between
That twists what little remains.
And the clueless remind the loveless
Not to stand out in the rain
And therein lies recital
On the politics of pain.
These things that seldom matter
When they matter... it's all that do.
These things that seldom matter
They make a (1) Draw bridge (2) Lug nut (3) Train wreck
Out of you.
You can't help but fall on the trouble that they do...
You can't help the loveless,
When they don't have a clue.
The mind set and the wobble
Don't know when to refrain.
The collision of the heart
And head are ad rain.
And the losers and the users
They at best... at least know better than to complain.
These things that seldom matter............