[Lyric] Here Lies a Rambler (Floyd Marsden)

[Verse]
I don't know what you're looking for in me
But I can guarantee it's not gonna be
What you'd see
In any other artist
I've written songs about carbon and buses and drunks
It's hard to think of a word I haven't sung
But despite all those topics and subjects and lines
I can't escape the fact that I'm just shit at rhymes
I'll trade honesty for wordplay and I'd do it anyday
Honestly who writes honesty honestly anyway?

[Chorus]
Coz polite discussion ain’t my thing
I’ll just have to stick to jazz chords and ranting
And I got no clue what my legacy'll be when I die
(When I die, when I die)
Here buried with a piano is some musical goblin guy
(Goblin guy, goblin guy)
He wasn't a musician
Here lies a ramblеr!
(Here lies a ramblеr)
[Verse]
I genuinely hate mainstream-loved songs
I reckon the auto tune phase has gone on too long
And if I hear one more pop song with the same four chords
Or one more person choosing Taytay over Folds
I might just fuckin cry
I can't be mainstream even if I try
I trade good music for average metaphors
But when I make a stupid meta metaphor
I'm making that meta metaphor for you
My metaphor is meta for you

[Bridge]
And I know this song needs a bridge of some kind
But I just can't get past this wall in my mind
So... fuck it

[Chorus]
Coz four chord ballads ain’t my thing
I’ll just have to stick to jazz chords and ranting
And I got no clue what my legacy'll be when I die
(When I die, when I die)
Here buried with a piano is some musical goblin guy
(Goblin guy, goblin guy)
He wasn't a musician
Here lies a rambler!
(Here lies a rambler)
[Verse]
I don't play many huge gigs
I'm not raking in cash by the figs
But perhaps maybe if you're ever at a party
Taking a break from drunks looking for someone arty
You might find there’s a guy in the corner of a room
Playing piano for hours, just some random fuckin blues
And even though he sits now smashing away at the keys
He’s just begging for some sweet release
Without worrying over inevitabilities and ends
And he can feel good about his piano and listen to his friends

[Chorus]
Coz self confidence in music just ain't his thing
He just sticks to bad chords and ranting
And he's got no clue what his legacy'll be when he dies
(When he dies, when he dies)
Here buried with a piano is some musical goblin guy
(Goblin guy, goblin guy)
He wasn't a musician
Baby, here lies a rambler!
(Here lies a rambler)