Its really
Too bad
He became a prisoner of his own past

He stabbed the moment in the back
With the round thumbtack
That held up the list of things he gotta do

Its really,
No good
He's moving on before he understood

He shot the future in the foot with every step he took
From the places that he's been cause he forgot to look


Better staple it together and call it bad weather
Staple it together and call it bad weather X3
Mm hmm


Well I guess you could say
That he dont even know where to begin

Cause he looked both ways but he was so afraid
Digging deep into the ditch
With every chance he missed

And the mess he made
Cause hate is such a strong word
And every brick he laid

A mistake they say
That his walls are getting taller
His world is getting smaller


Better staple it together and call it bad weather
Staple it together and call it bad weather X3

Mm hmm

Whoo


Its really
Too bad

He became a prisoner of his own past
He stabbed a moment in the back
With the round thumbtack

That held up the list of things he gotta do
Its really,
No good

Hes moving on before he understood
He shot the future in the foot with every step he took
From the places that he's been cause he forgot to look


Better staple it together and call it bad weather
Staple it together and call it bad weather X3


If the weather is better
We should get together

Spend a little time and we can do whatever
And if we get together we'll be twice as clever
So, staple it together and call it bad weather, mm hmmm