Nice to Mice

I used to play by ear, now I use both of my hands

If you don't ask – well, then you don't get

And if you don't take, then someone else will

But when I look at you, I'm scared to

Can't control the weather, I'm letting it through

I'll gladly take the credit for the things that you do

You put a playlist on to match your mood

I'm proficient in losing my cool

It's not that I can't hear, I just don't want to

There's no more small talking

I would rather put it to the side

Ride in elevators all day

Then you won't have to learn to drive