Small Plates Songtext
von Petey

So what′s the matter with me?
See, I'm not the man that I thought I would be
I′m still crashing on couches and drinking for free
I just wanna play drums on live TV
Yeah, that's the matter with me

Say, what's the matter with you?
You party ′til five, you′re sleeping until two
I think she grew up with money, had a house with a view
I bet you think it's kinda funny
All the weird dark stuff that goes on in Malibu

Say, what′s the matter with us?
Twenty-eight years old, hangover hits like a bus
Yeah, we've learned how to love, we never learned how to trust
Yeah, life keeps moving on, but we don′t ever adjust
Yeah, that's the matter with us


You need to trust yourself
Taking advice from anyone with a yell
Taking advice from people living in Hell
Think you′re making the right choice following people
Who don't seem to treat themselves too well

Yeah, we were sitting down on our first date
Brick and mortar wine shop is a small place
Think it's kinda dumb, see this through
Did you inherit from your parents all
The silly things you hate about you?

Spending our breaks is so nice
A trillion bucks, got our decisions at once
You know, I think we′re determined and it eases my touch
But I don′t mean to be a burden with all this
All this philosophy junk (Shut the fuck up)

Oh hell, our march is not great
Tell me, what is the point if we ain't walking ′round free?
Get the bugs in your voice box when you patronize me
So you can act like a moron and not take responsibility

Yeah, we were sitting down on our first date
Brick and mortar wine shop is a small place
Think it's kinda dumb, see this through