Lyrics Kinder Than Most - MAITA

It starts with a box of borrowed greeting cards
You can play your part
Drop a line and steal a heart or two
And pen down the thing the vagabond kid said
Cause he's gone, he'll be got by cops by the dawn's first steps
You may be Kinder Than Most
I don't know and I don't quite care to know
Your cotton hands ask to be taken in
Like a last dance before a wasteland
I can hear all the floor plans just fine
Why don't you tell me all about those cool friends you have
The girl who sold you drugs with the famous dad
She's gonna hook you up with the nicest gang
You're gonna be someone
You're all gonna be someone
You may be Kinder Than Most
I don't know and I don't quite care to know
You may be awful and I may be shallow
Or say that I am just to cover my ass
And you've got the perfect face for me
And what comes next is adequately temporary,
Taking this phone call now leaving this restaurant before I'm on empty
Before all this poetry gets too heavy on me
Thanks for the memories, good luck with the story, and
You were alright to me It's been nice to know you
Now it's very nice to meet you, I didn't quite catch your name.