Letras:
Ben Folds Songs For Silverman

The old bastard left his ties and a suit A brown box, mothballs and bowling shoes And his opinion so you'd never have to choose Pretty soon, you'll be

There's a moment in my mind I scribbled and erased a thousand times Like a letter never written or sent These conversations with the dead I used to be

wrong And I come running When you want me here And when you want me to I disappear, Judy I knew if I made it easy for you You'd settle for me Yeah,

You can't fool me, I saw you when you came out You got your momma's taste but you got my mouth And you will always have a part of me Nobody else is ever

The old bastard left his ties and his suit A brown box, mothballs and bowling shoes and his opinion so you'd never have to choose Pretty soon, you'll

You can't fool me, I saw you when you came out You got your momma's taste but you got my mouth And you will always have a part of me Nobody else is ever

walked out the door And the clouds came tumbling down And it's by my goodbye I tried Down comes the reign of the telephone czar It's OK to call Now I'll answer for

like a satellite To pass the time, you'll float by again And I can tell you about the little things So you don't think about the big things for a while

Think of me Anyway you want I can be The problem if that's easier In your head Move the pieces around Things I've said Turn the memory upside down And