Words and Music by Brian McCaskil

Just Saying


Brian McCaskill

The words sound like a drunken girl and make no sense
I never thought too much about what she had to say
because she was never talking in my direction
Anyway, I was too busy begging for attention
I stayed up all night describing my dreams
And in the morning we talked about rock and roll
I spilt the letters I wrote on the floor on purpose
But I guess you ignoring it was the plan
And I remember the plan

And I can’t remember the last thing they said
It was amazing, though, they practiced their speech
And they played out scenarios caused by my responses
So there’s nothing I can say,
cept nothing


Febuary 2nd, 2003