Why can't I feel good saying good things?   I just want to show your smile to my eyes and sing   Your deep end   Would lack the water to reach my knees   And my stomach   Is the subject of a boyscout merit badge   I'd like to say that I'm on top of the game   But I will forfeit before we tie   I am disqualified   If we threw a party   For every penny thrown in the dish   Nobody's pants would fit   Don't flatter yourself   You're not worth the lyric baby   Oh, stings just a little?   It hurts me too   So I think I should think not to buy you this drink   Or waste my sense of humor before I die   But I'll stand here petrified   While the black-lights act as billboards   To the dandruff on our shoulders   And when the barstool calls me over   I have to give in before I give up   I'll admit this was fun   But I need someone more capable of giving a fuck   Not fucking to get   Like a landmine makes an amputee   You just have to make a fool of me   You would just love to make a fool of me   Wouldn't you?   Why can't I feel good about saying good things?   I just want to show your smile to my eyes and sing   "Happy veteran's day".