Piggy Bank Lyrics

Magic words dwindle with use

Sorry, please, thank you

My broken record of apologies

is starting to sound elementary

What do I say to loved ones and strangers?

Suffering from me and my dangers

Gratitude can take a toll

when paid a service I don’t want to owe

I am a piggy bank filled with thanks

but the rattles I hear echo with fear

I’ll never repay the times I’ve been saved

Smash me open so I can be broken

and finally free

‘Til then I’m a piggy bank filled with thanks

Smiling on a dusty shelf

being somebody else

Everyone wants to stop me from shaking

Shake me and hear your change I am taking

Shouldn’t I be a tip jar by now?

I want to earn it, I want to deserve it

Once you act as my savior

I go on my best behavior

and feel like an extended favor

The balance is skewed

What you did for me

I wish only I could do for you

With no one to blame

It all turns to shame

The sorries add up to a layer of guilt

I try and make up for the stress that I built

with smiles and charm and magic words

Please, sorry, thank you

I am a piggy bank filled with thanks

but the rattles I hear echo with fear

I’ll never repay the times I’ve been saved

Smash me open so I can be broken

and finally free

‘Til then I’m a piggy bank filled thanks

Smiling on a dusty shelf

being somebody else

Once I am shattered

I’ll show you I’m battered

in more ways than one

It’ll be fun

Compartmentalize the Mind Lyrics

When my first grand mal arrived

I adapted to survive

Four times a year, no time to think

I was on the brink

When they disappeared I got a glimpse

into confidence

Those thankful pill in a magic vial

forgot to label free trial

My ego’s on the verge of collapse

It can be saved if I work fast

Before I blame the brain

I’ll find one to beat its game

Compartmentalize the mind

so a grand mal doesn’t take you by surprise

Economize the pity and doubt

Supersize the fire to work it out

Jeopardize my trust in fate

Just kidding, it’s far too late

Compartmentalize

I’m not gonna lose my mind

It’s the only thing that’s mine

Further down the line I’ll be fine

if I compartmentalize my mind

A grand mal

can stir a hope withdrawal

but craft a net to catch the fall

I’ll forget I need a net at all