Story Behind The Song

experience in the ways of connection and separation - what works, and what doesn't

Song Description

growing older, wiser, and more cynical about people and their need to be needed.

Lyrics

I Don't Play Well With Others
Written by Ann Brodsky

I've got this edginess that just keeps getting sharper (ouch!)
My furrowed brow grows deeper by the day
In your face like a ceaseless barker
My tongue lashes relentlessly away

I'm really tired of all the bullshit
Of being everybodys mother
Fed up and finished with all the gimmicks
Well I guess, I just, don't play well with others

I walk the busy streets and always am a stranger
I watch the masses starved for recognition
I hear voices chanting together
"I'm God Almighty give me your full attention!"

Don't want to share
Won't wear the hats you think I should
Don't want to listen
To the crap you call real good
Not gonna hang around you, like a lover
Son of a bitch, I guess, I really don't play well with others

I'm pessimistic beyond all rhyme and reason
My Shangri-La... to be alone
My gun stays loaded when small talk is in season
Call me rude, just don't call me on the phone.

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