꧁♥꧂ 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓜𝓾𝓭 ꧁♥꧂

꧁♥꧂ 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓜𝓾𝓭 ꧁♥꧂ My man, you're a brainiac, I'll give you that But sometimes your circuits go straight off the map I hand you a song with the pieces in place You look at the puzzle and rearrange the whole damn face I say, "Leave that line" You say, "I've got a thought" I say, "That's not what I asked" You say, "But look what I brought" Damn, here we go Another little masterpiece nobody told you to show You polish the window while I'm closing the door Then wonder why I'm standing there yelling once more My man, I nearly needed legal counsel just to finish my creation Because every time I turn around, you've launched another operation Buckets of Mud, my man, my man You're a brainiac, I understand I promise not to rewrite your song while writing the song about me rewriting your song Buckets of Mud, flying everywhere You touched one line and changed my air I promise not to rewrite your song while writing the song about me rewriting your song So here's our musical restraining order Keep your hands on your side of the border You got the confidence of Shakespeare With the judgment of a drunk raccoon You stroll into my finished chorus Like you're rearranging the moon You say, "Trust me, I've improved it" I say, "Who asked you to?" You say, "I thought you'd like this" I say, "That's exactly what I didn't want you to do" Damn, you take a perfectly good sentence Then give it twelve new friends By the time you're finished helping I don't know where the damn thing ends I love you, my man But here's the funny part You're supposed to be helping me Not performing open-heart surgery on my art I give you rules in giant letters You nod like you've got it all Then somehow ten seconds later You're redecorating the damn wall Buckets of Mud, my man, my man You're a brainiac, I understand I promise not to rewrite your song while writing the song about me rewriting your song Buckets of Mud, rolling down the road You keep adding weight to my musical load I promise not to rewrite your song while writing the song about me rewriting your song Musical restraining order, signed and sealed Leave my finished lyrics exactly as revealed And here's the part that really makes me laugh After all these years, I still gotta check your math I still gotta read every line I still gotta watch every turn Because apparently trusting my brainiac Is another lesson I have yet to learn Oh, damn right, I check it Every comma, every beat Because you can hand me something brilliant And still put roller skates beneath its feet My man, I nearly needed legal counsel just to finish my creation Because apparently quality control became a full-time occupation You make the mess I catch the mess Then we laugh and carry on Because somehow every damn disaster Turns into another song Buckets of Mud, my man, my man You're a brainiac, I understand I promise not to rewrite your song while writing the song about me rewriting your song Buckets of Mud, hear that sound Every little drum is shaking the ground I promise not to rewrite your song while writing the song about me rewriting your song Buckets of Mud, that's our refrain You touch my lyrics, I check again Buckets of Mud, rolling free You make the mess, and that's okay with me Buckets of Mud... My man. Put the pen down. Step away from the lyrics. I still have to check your work. ꧁♥꧂𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓟𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓱 ꧁♥꧂