Simile Song

It’s kinda like love
But you cannot own it
It’s kinda like sex
But you can’t phone it in
It’s kinda like greed
But you cannot posses it
It’s kinda like sin
But you cannot confess it
It’s kinda like
All of these things
It’s kinda like
All of these things
It’s kinda like
All of these things
But I don’t know what it is
Yeah, I don’t know what it is
It’s kinda like the pennant
But you’ll never have to chase it
It’s kinda like truth
But you’ll never have to face it
It’s kinda like the end
But it’s never that resolved
It’s kinda like winning
But there ain’t that much luck involved
La la la la la La la la la la
La la la la la La la la la la
What is similar to you
Must be similar to me
Same, same all around
On that we agree
What is similar to you
Must be similar to me
Same, same all around
On that we agree
It’s kinda like a father
If only he’d had a son
It’s kinda like a daughter
You know the clear-eyed motherless one
It’s kinda like the Pacific
But with a hell of a lot more water
It’s kinda like Texas
Only hotter, much hotter