If you haven't heard from me in a long time, don't hold your breath
Nothing new about the view on the sideline
All I got, stories that'll bore you to death
I'm rambling on again
My mouth keeps opening
I leave a lot of room for a little doubt
Waste of spit flying as I shout
Talk up a storm and I bring the drought
Careful with the words I'm leaving out
Every word you say, all I got, is the one that you said last, stories that'll bore you to death
Words I'm leaving out
If you haven't heard from me in a long time, don't hold your breath
If you haven't heard from me in a long time, all I got
Stories that'll bore you to death