No Fuzz

Not my song to sing, the writer was my elder
It’s not so complicated, more overly simple
Four letters i could never write down
No need to try to wrap you up in self-sabotage
Change my mind or shut me off
Underestimation of myself, that garbage won’t fit down this disposal
The shade dulls behind the furnace gate waiting for fire
Thought the shelter held a distraction from that static stare
I am the pup’s intent to tear at your new furniture
So goddamn lucky you won’t ignore me
Lay your head on my shoulder so it’s lovely when you feel colder
I’ll lay my head on your head
Yeah you got it in your pocket
You close the door to keep it in
It’s green, what you need, you got it, yeah, you know it’s on