John K. Samson - Plea from a Cat Named Virtute lyrics

[Verse 1] Why don't you ever want to play? I'm tired of this piece of string You sleep as much as I do now And you don't eat much of anything I don't know who you're talking to I made a search through every room But all I found was dust that moved In shadows of the afternoon [Chorus 1] And listen, about those bitter songs you sing? They're not helping anything They won't make you strong [Verse 2] So, we should open up the house Invite the tabby two doors down You could ask your sister If she doesn't bring her ba**et hound Ask the things you shouldn't miss: Tape-hiss and the Modern Man The Cold War and card catalogues To come and join us if they can For girly drinks and parlor games We'll pa** around the easy lie Of absolutely no regrets And later maybe you could try To let your losses dangle off The sharp edge of a century And talk about the weather, or How the weather used to be [Chorus 2] And I'll cater with all the birds that I can k** Let their tiny feathers fill disappointment Lie down; lick the sorrow from your skin Scratch the terror and begin To believe you're strong [Outro] All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV And frankly that thing doesn't really interest me I swear I'm going to bite you hard And taste your tinny blood If you don't stop the self-defeating lies You've been repeating since the day you brought me home I know you're strong