Mark: I've made efforts to reduce the amount of me there is, and have spent a lot of time in a love-hate relationship with a treadmill. Rob messaged me while I was finishing up a run and made this request to write a song about wanting my treadmill struck down. Moreso, it had to be an acoustic ballad, featuring melodica. I obliged, because that's how I roll.
It came to a point where bigger wasn't better
It was time for me to lose a few pounds.
So I hit the Internet to see what I could get
that wouldn't have me flailing on the ground
So my solution was a treadmill because I'm not what you'd call a gym rat
And I can perambulate with the best of them
But then the speeds kept going up and what's with this elevation?
Led me to categorize the emotions that I felt
First there's Love, and there's hate
And there's love hate, that's mostly hate
And there's love hate, that's somewhat love, but mostly hate
Results are one thing, and for that I am thrilled
But Dear God, please kill my treadmill.
when I sit around the house, I can hear it in the basement
my telltale heart that never fails to beat,
try as I might, with all of my might,
I can't stomp you to death with my feet.
So my solution was a treadmill but our end games seem so different
I want to lose some weight and it wants me dead
but It took 3 friends to get it here and I don't want to hear them bitching
If I tell them I what's going through my head
'Cause there's Love, and there's hate
And there's love hate, that's mostly hate
And there's love hate, that's somewhat love, but mostly hate
Results are one thing, and for that I am thrilled
But Dear God, please kill my treadmill.
Results are one thing, and for that I am thrilled
But Dear God, please kill my treadmill.
and sure the mirror reflects less of me
and sure I feel like a better me
my loss is my gain, but just all the same
dear treadmill, I hate you, please die
It's the wrong side of 6am and I've been running for an hour
Dawn breaks against it's judging glowing light
It's been watching and waiting in it's silent determination
Without a punch it's already won the fight.
My solution was a treadmill and my hubris is my downfall
Anyone can walk or so I thought
Now I'm slipping as I'm running because tears and treads don't mix well
This is the fresh hell that a trip to sears as wrought
'Cause there's Love, and there's hate
And there's love hate, that's mostly hate
And there's love hate, that's somewhat love, but mostly hate
Results are one thing, and for that I am thrilled
But Dear God, please kill my treadmill.
Results are one thing, and for that I am thrilled
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