You hand me life to hold on to
Now I've got a lock without a clue
I've got a guitar but I haven't got any blues
You drove your car into the rail
Hey, little star, your engine failed
You lack the luster, dull and pale
But I cannot shine for you

Talk to me - that's what you came to do
But you just stand there without a clue
I've got a guitar but I have no diagnosis for you
Space invader, little quasar
Oh, how I wonder what you are
You can't get where you're going to
Still I cannot take you

I've got a spot out back where I've taken my shovel
I've got a spot out back that's taking all of my time
I've got a plot out back if I should run into trouble

So don't give me anything to hold
You keep your diary in bold
I never said I wanted to
But you just assumed...

I've got a garden where I - am growing patients
And my green thumb has become...has come undone
I've got a garden where I'm - growing impatient
Oh, my green thumb has become... has come undone
I've got a garden where I - am growing patients
Oh, my green thumb has become... has come undone
I've got a garden where I'm - growing impatient
Oh, my green thumb has become

Writer : MALONE
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC