Met you down at the bar on a Friday night
Talkin’ loud like you just won a fight
Chest puffed up, beer in your hand
Sayin’ things nobody could understand
You said “Boy, do you know who I am?”
I said “No—but I’m a lucky man”
Bartender laughed, whole room turned
That’s about the moment the table got burned
Now I ain’t tryin’ to start no war
But you kept knockin’ on the wrong damn door
I can explain it, but I can’t understand it for you
Don’t let my knowledge mess with all that confidence in you
You light up every room… the second that you leave
And I’m jealous of the folks who ain’t met you, believe me
You talk real loud, but don’t say much
Like a truck stuck spinning in the mud too much
Yeah I ain’t mean, I just tell the truth
With a little southern charm and a sharper tooth
You kept goin’ like a broke jukebox
Half a song but you still talk a lot
Said “I got smarts, don’t question me”
I said “That’s a bold strategy”
I admire your courage, man it’s rare
Speak that loud with nothin’ there
And your food for thought—well bless your heart
Left everybody hungry from the start
Now I tried to sip and mind my drink
But you kept givin’ me more to think
I can explain it, but I can’t understand it for you
Don’t let my knowledge mess with all that confidence in you
You light up every room… when you walk away
Like the sun comin’ out at the end of a cloudy day
You talk like a boss with a whole lotta say
But you’re missin’ the part where it makes sense, hey
Yeah I ain’t mean, just passin’ through
Callin’ out noise dressed up like truth
(Crowd Moment )
As an outsider—what’s your take on brains?
You seem real happy, I might try that lane
You’re the reason instructions got pictures on the side
And somehow… you still read ’em wrong every time
Thank you for your help tonight
It’s like doin’ it myself—but harder, right?
I can explain it, but I can’t understand it for you
You wear that confidence like it’s bulletproof
You light up every room when you say goodbye
Like the power comin’ back when the lights all die
You swing real big but don’t connect
Like a WiFi signal with no internet
Yeah I ain’t mean, just havin’ fun
With a sharp little line and a smoking gun
So here’s a toast, no hard feelings, friend
Some folks talk… some comprehend
And if you didn’t catch a word I said—
Well… that kinda proves my point again
nightwerks
