They Might Be Giants
This Microphone
[Verse 1]
Selflessly hiding all emotions inside
Chilly and dry, New England style
Nobody's figured out my twelve fatal flaws
Who's keeping score? Who wins that war?

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I'm busting out, and I know everyone agrees

[Chorus 1]
Caring is carting bad ideas to the dump
And taking my time, taking my time
Hey, this microphone was turned on all along

[Acoustic Guitar Solo]

[Verse 2]
I tried returning all that stuff to the store
But then I bought more, then I bought more
I'm done explaining all these reckless displays
Hard to defend, I'm in a haze

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Old stories told
In brand-new clothes I bought today
[Chorus 2]
Kindness is killing off my unfinished dreams
And walking away, just walking away
Hey, this microphone was turned on all along

[Chorus 3]
Caring is carting bad ideas to the dump
And taking my time, taking my time
Hey, this microphone was turned on all along