Didn't Mean A Thing

I've been spending too much time

Picking up glass pieces

Of the broken bottles that I hide

Like some kind of agent

Working in the forces

'Cause the night before this, I lost my mind

And if shame could be bottled

Well, I'd sell it to the rich men

I'd sell it to the folks without a heart

And if blame could be cornered

I'd kill it real slow

Before it got to know me, it would die

When we're all feeling feelings, pointing fingers like a king

I want you to know that I didn't mean a thing

I guess it's what it looks like

When you're feeling desperate

You can't keep it all separate like before

Painting passions with a mission

But no one seems to listen

No one seems to care anymore

And if shame could be bottled

Well, I'd sell it to the rich men

I'd sell it to the folks without a heart

And if blame could cornered

I'd kill it real slow

Before it got to know me, it would die

And if shame could be bottled

Well, I'd sell it to the rich men

I'd sell it to the folks without a heart

And if blame could cornered

I'd kill it real slow

Before it got to know me, it would die

When we're all feeling feelings, pointing fingers like a king

I want you to know that I didn't mean a thing