Bad Moves Muster
Gave the cameraman everything I got
All the charm that I could muster
Can you turn me into something I can sell?
Can you turn me into someone else?
Can you turn a tide for me?
I gave you all I got
Everything that I could muster
I cast a shadow like a soaken household sponge
Pressed up to parchment paper
It's kinda funny when you print it out that way
It's kinda blurry, it don't look like me
Like all I ever really wanted was
A portrait of my shadow
Once shot and twice exposed, yeah
One darkroom course for my self-worth
What's straight up worse? No reaction
One played-out hand, I can't, I can
See myself in the reflection