Paroles Small doses Ryan Montbleau

Small doses

Operation live my life
In a sea of never-beens
And I cant work enough, pull the wool enough,
Or even play enough to be satisfied within.
Small doses,
And comes a new trial.
And comes a new red-ripe liquor hanging sweet upon the vine.
Will they talk about all the things Ive done,
Or will they say, You couldve been someone,
When I die?
Of small doses.
Show me a color that I havent seen before.
Just smell the roses.
Why should I need anything more?
Operation live my life and be my life the way that I believe is real.
I hope that when I grow older, Im not writing songs
About my big, fat, luxury automobile.
I suppose Id like one anyway,
A dime a dozen a day,
But Im gonna purge my soul with fire, tired of excess,
And if things start to happen,
Ill be damned if Im caught bitch-slap rapping
Around this town
Instead of diving on down
And hanging all around in the ocean, the ocean
Of small doses.
Show me a color that I havent seen before.
Just smell the roses.
Why should I need anything more?
Why should I need anything more?
Why should I need anything more?
Must be something going to take me by surprise.
Must be something,
Look there,
And there, another.
Could it be that I never noticed it this whole time?
So many different colors.
So many different, so many different colors