Well tell me again what you were thinking
When you got that bruise tattoo
Forever black and blue
And you won€™t say, like you don€™t say
Anything anyone can hold you to
I hope I don€™t make the same
Foolish mistakes I know you€™ve made
€˜Cause I can see me and the things you don€™t see
People that you don€™t see
Tell me again where you were when
The world changed and forgot about you
If its sympathy you need
Then, well, I€™m sorry
But you€™re not the only one that feels cheated
It€™s too close to home
And it€™s too near the bone
More than you€™ll ever know
I don€™t miss you
I€™ll miss you when I don€™t know how to
I€™ll miss you when I don€™t know how to
I€™ll miss you when I don€™t know how to
I€™ll miss you when I don€™t know how to
I€™ll miss you when I don€™t know how to
I€™ll miss you when I don€™t know how to
It's your last chance to change things. I know you've been getting by, but I saw you at the party without a drink in hand or a word in mouth.
Nothin' to do or talk about. Poor skinny fat kid without any interest in making friends. It's not easy being but i know, it's not easy being...
Uh oh go.
Oh no go on.
Oh go on no.
bad backs and hardwood floors
i'm so sick of waking up sore
not knowing where i am
and this was a lot of fun
when the music meant something to someone
that didn't have a girlfriend
well somehow, getting out the same way that the earth moves around the sun
i won't stray too far, or be gone too long
windows and doorways, i don't know which way
to leave this room because i'm afraid of heights
and i'm afraid of you tonight
those striped socks and punk rock pajamas
some ways i changed, in most ways i'm the same
for better or worse i can't say
only time will tell
like an addict, i'm cursed in a good way
i've done it so long and i'm not sure how not to
the same way that the earth moves around the sun will be gravity
pulls on everyone
dead beats and dead friends
I'm usually not one to speak out
But you're decisions of late are, on all accounts,
Pretty fucked up
And not in a good way
And I heard about you and that Elli
If even half of it's true
Then I'm not surprised that you've been kicking yourself to sleep
Oh, and who pulled who's hair on who's head
Well I'll tell you that it's told me more of you
Than you did
Well I heard about you and Elli
If even half of its true then I'm ashamed of you
And your sense of loyalty
Oh, and who found who's hair in who's bed?
Well I'll tell you that it's told me more of you
Than you did
Oh and who found who's hair in who's bed?
Well I'll tell you that it's told me more of you
The lightening in this room
Doesn't do a thing for you and your complexion
I'm sorry but it's the truth
You look like the goddamn living dead
But honestly I don't care
How you do or don't your hair
You're ugly on the inside
The makeup that you use to catch some eyes
And hide your imperfections
Does little to conceal
An ego that's been bruised many times
But you've left it at home
With your underwear
But honestly I don't mind
Who you do or don't today
You're still ugly on the inside
You've got time to change
Now go ahead and drink those drinks
Drunk again
Au revoir, bonne chatte
There's too many moons and I'm but one man
You know I like to get lost without you
and return with dirty thoughts about you
Don't wait up
I'm not coming home until my insides hit the floor
Bonne nuit, martyr
There's so many moons and you're paralyzed with fear
Summer's sun brings new blood to bathe in
I can't swim but I'll dip a toe in
Don't wait up
I'm not coming home until these demons get bored
In mirrored eyes I see kerosene
and you've got the matches
(Just don't ask me to stay)
Bonjour, chère épouse
If you go you should know it matters not where but why. Is it your friends, have they let you down again? Is it love? Or lack there of?
could you love someone enough
after all you've had and you've lost?
it's a simple question
I'm only asking 'cause I don't want to die alone
could you love someone completely?
and yes, by "someone" I mean me
spoiled sick like milk you let sit too long
it's a simple question
as I lie awake waiting for you to lay beside me
I can almost hear the sad waltzes of Pietro Crespi
could you love someone who does whatever he wants to do
whenever I want to?
it's a simple question
The armoire that you found by the dumpster
while visiting your sister's house
It looks fine in the living room where the others
you've rescued go to die
That old mirror by the bed
without much of anything to reflect
Save for a few holes in a crippled bed post
Shadows that don't move
Cob webs in the corner
A dead spider on the wall
I'm home but I'm not home
Boxes in the basement that were spared
from rising waters
Discarded blood-stained drum skins and sticks
rest on your mother's mattress
I'm home and somehow while I was gone
this house I'd left for dead had lingered on
I'm home with my own family in tow
Everything is the same but different
I'm home again
The devil knows I'm born again
Tell me again what you were thinking when
(When you were)
You got that bruise tattooed, forever black and blue
You won't say, like you don't say, anything
Anyone can hold you to
I hope I don't make the same
Foolish mistakes I know you've made
'Cause I can see me, and the things
That you don't see, people that you don't see
Tell me again, where you were when
(Where you were)
The world changed, and forgot about you
If it's sympathy you need then, well I'm sorry
But you're not the only one who feels cheated
It's too close to home, and it's too near the bone
More than you'll ever know
I don't miss you
I'll miss you when, you're dead
I'll miss you when, you're dead
I'll miss you when, you're dead
I'll miss you when, you're dead
I'll miss you when, you're dead
I'll miss you when, you're dead
I'm made up of instincts
None of which are too keen
But I get by with these high cheek bones
Little faith in people for a higher being
I'm a man with desires
And if I told you any different, I'd be a liar
As hard as I've tried
I've found I can't deny myself of those things that I want
As last night turns into this morning
Buried in your blankets, left for dead
My heart beating in my head
Lie still, pretending I'm asleep
I watch you put your clothes on for me
Local pharmacist and his wife
And I'm convinced, after your performance
That this world is too big for us
And our stupid instincts
I've a picture of you, a Parisian street
Early morning, late spring
I know what you were thinking
You were taking a break from life
You were traveling light
Pair of walking shoes and a sweater
You were where you were
When you pictured where you'd be
Anywhere but home
It's your last chance to change things
I know you've been getting by, alright
Alright's okay for the day to day
But for the rest of your life
Honest face like that
Can't take back too easy
Honest face like that
I just can't forget too easy
one of these days I'll make some money
and buy myself those things that I want:
acrylic paints, acoustic guitar strings, a new bicycle seat
for my ride over to your house each night
and one of these days I'll get a real job
one that actually pays
like my dad had
you know my father, the bartender
used to wear a suit to work
before he hit the drink,
the old man used to do a lot of things
one of these days I'll give up
Lets just forget, everything said. Everything we did.
Best friends, better halves
Goodbyes, and the other night, we realized,
We were falling out of love
there were some things, that were said, that weren't meant
they never did
the last thing i want to be is overly dramatic
I just think its best
Cause you cant miss what you forget
So lets just pretend
Everything and anything
Between you and me
these old bones
dont feel so old
when im home with you
when im not with you
im getting drunk with college kids
and learning lessons that didnt stick
telling lies to stay interesting
these old bones
dont feel so old
when im home with you
in bed your youth
the way your skin sticks to your ribs
the way my hips fit in your hips
im 18 again
dependent like an infant
im content like ive never been home
these old bones
dont feel so old
when im home with you
when im not with you
im shitting blood
and puking piss
sweating bile and awkwardness
its a young mans game
Me and you, kid
Home alone, learning how to live
You for the first time and me,
well... it's been a long time coming
The hardest part is getting started
One foot falls in front of the other
One word spills out after another
Now you try...
I'm long winter sick baby stir crazy
and there are days when doubts arise
They simmer and subside for you,
little Miss Mother's Milk Breath
When the Sun gets tired I'll hang the moon
And soon, little Miss Limitless Interest
When the Moon catches fire
we'll start a new day of school
Do you know where your mouth is?
Or how to tell a lie?
Do you know what desire is?
You will in time...
Me and you, kid
Learning how to live with these tired eyes
lay my head on a pillow, another on my head lightly
pull the blankets up just over my mouth...breathe
i'll spend time thinking about the people i know how i feel and if it shows
i turn over
i've got a girl in my bed who's more sure of what she says than what she hears (oh it's true)
i've got a song in my head i'm sure i won't remember come morning
may my mind be at ease
Oh, I could just leave things
A lot more easily than you'd think
'Cause I've been known to retreat
Every few years
So what am I waiting for
Oh, it's sad
Oh, I know
Then youngness of my young man shows
So please accept my apology
And wait with me
Oh, I could just die now
And no one would really have to find out
'Cause I've been lying down for years
So what am I waiting for
Oh, it's sad
I see another man who I wanna be
Sympathy, honesty
God knows I'm trying
Sympathy and honesty
God knows I'm trying
Sympathy, honesty
God knows I'm trying
Sympathy and honesty
God knows I'm trying
Sympathy, honesty
I eat with these crooked teeth
Tomato soup and grilled cheese
But you already know that
Because you're used to dine with me
Do you remember?
I listen to my same old CD's
New order and Morissey
But you already know that
Because you're used to ride with me
I thought I'd be singing a different tune by now
This song about you keeps coming out
I sleep in these dirty sheets
A blanket between my boney knees
But you already know that
Because you're used to crawl in bed with me
In the morning before work
Put your hands on my back
Kiss the back of my neck
I thought I'd be singing a different tune by now
This song about you keeps coming out
I hoped to be singing to someone new by now
hey cheekbones and eyes
I've been gone three weeks
now I'm a mess
my stomach's on strike
and its been three weeks
since my last breath
well I don't know why I'm here
cause I'm not in need of attention
and I'm not seventeen
and I don't believe
in that which I can't see
well I swear
if I make it home with my mind and some skin on my bones
I'll be the first one to throw up
these car keys and this cell phone
so I can't leave or talk to anyone
and this stupid wristwatch
so I'm unaware of the time that I've lost
I'm not going anywhere tonight
Because of something said
I know, I know, it was meant well
It still hurt like hell
Its okay, it's alright
It's just that I'm a little tired of fading interest
Of boys and girls
Who know me, who know me
And I wanna say, I'm gonna say
I'm not the same, maybe in time
I'm not making promises in life
'Cause of something I did tonight
My best friend that was way back when
Not anything was everything then
I know it's not fair to the fairest of them all
You know who you are
I've got your picture on a mirror on my wall
I know you and, I know you and
But you wanna say in the worst of ways
That I'm afraid and maybe too late
I'm not going anywhere tonight
'Cause I don't want to, I don't have to
I woke up today and felt for my age for the first time in both my mind and body.
My thoughts are less of fitting in and more of being a better man.
But my overbite is getting worse.
And my whole fucking face hurts.
I woke up today with the whimper not the pain of a school boy or a father.
It seems that's fifteen pounds I've lost since you left with the part of me that you loved most and knew best.
And I woke up today feeling my age.
And this song of everything I've ever told.
Alone on the train,
you're running towards or maybe away from a reason
to wake each morning.
Your thoughts again drift towards us and what we have
and haven't become.
Your head shakes and you think "never again."
It's true what they say about fools
who leave too soon,
they don't ever really move on.
Put your hand in your bag
and pull out the Carver book you grabbed before leaving.
And then you realize in this too she was right.
You make an excuse, you make up a lie.
So what's left of your soul
like the best friend you just sold to sleep?
Easy at night.
It's true what they say about fools
who speak too soon, they don't ever really know
what they're getting into or out of.
You're on your way, the taste of blood from a bitten tongue.
A head that aches doesn't have to stay that way
Just let what's dead go
I know there's pain in leaving things all too well
A heart that creeps doesn't have to stay that way
Just let what's dead go
In time, you'll find needing things only kills you slowly
If you're not sure who you are
You're not alone
If you're not sure what you want
You're not alone
If you're not sure of life, of love
You're not alone
Tell your friends, hey, come on over and talk
You bring the drinks, I'll bring the bad mood
Everyone feels like you
Tell your dad to come on over and we'll talk
You bring your drinks, I'll bring the fuck yours
Long awaited, long overdue
Tell your ex-girlfriend you need her to be there at bedtime
'Cause you can't sleep
Your mind's on all these things
Bring out what's dead and dying
Rotting here, bodies
an accident
an ambulance
what an ugly scene
we make as
human beings
who would do
what we wanna do
it's true
we move on
did anyone survive
honestly i don't know
is anyone alive
Well just between you and me
I don't know what I'm doing here
In your room close to you
Full of shit and free beer
My brother, the bartender
I tip him well and I drink for free
Oh he takes good care of me
He takes care of me
Anyway, I'm here on my bicycle
I'm too tired to ride on
If it's okay with you
Can I take off these shoes and stay the night?
Well just between you and me, this thing between you and me
Might not be anything worth singing about
Or it might be just what I need
Someone to take my mind off things at the end of a long day
Someone to take my pants off me at the end of a long night
Either way, we're here
We're two bicycles ridden too tired to move
Which of us two is dumb enough to choose
I€™m usually not one to speak out
But you€™re decisions of late are, on all accounts,
Pretty fucked up
And not in a good way
And I heard about you and that Elli
If even half of it€™s true
Then I€™m not surprised that you€™ve been kicking yourself to sleep
Oh, and who pulled who€™s hair on who€™s head
Well I€™ll tell you that it€™s told me more of you
Than you did
Well I heard about you and Elli
If even half of its true then I€™m ashamed of you
And your sense of loyalty
Oh, and who found who€™s hair in who€™s bed?
Well I€™ll tell you that it€™s told me more of you
Than you did
Oh and who found who€™s hair in who€™s bed?
Well I€™ll tell you that it€™s told me more of you
Than you did
You put on your raincoat
€˜Cause it looks like it just might today
And you grab your keys
And you€™re out the door before you know where you€™re going
And if blame, as they say, is for God and little kids
Then you€™re deserving of praise or a slap on the wrist
€˜Cause you can€™t help but blame yourself
For your long face
Not a day passes that you don€™t fold your hands
And ask St. Francis to find the lust for life
That you lost when she left with your tongue
And your last breath
Well, she€™s a thief with an eye for nice things
Not a day passes that you don€™t close your eyes
And ask St. Francis to find the love of your life
That you lost when she left
You don€™t fuck and life€™s a mess
Without her to tell you what to say
Or when to breathe
Or what you€™ll need where you€™re going
You go and I'll stay
Why would I put clothes on to see
Some guy you like more than me?
But you should go and I'll be okay
I promised myself
I'd finally start that book I've been meaning to read
About the French Revolution
You go and I'll stay
Why would I leave the house to go see
Some guy who sings better than me?
When you come home to me
Smelling like booze, humming his tunes
I'm rolling over and it's lights out for this lightweight
Lights out for this lightweight
Lights out for this lightweight
Who's going the right way down a wrong way street?
Who's making a mistake each time our mouths meet?
You're smart you're kind easy on my eyes
I know it feels good, that's why we shouldn't tonight
Who's waiting for answers from a boy who can't speak?
Will be holding their breath until their blue in the cheeks
You're smart and kind and you're too easy on my eyes
I know it feels good, so good, we should tonight
'Cause maybe my mom's right our good deeds won't save us
Just true faith in Jesus
Calalily, can you hear me?
Cross-eyed again?
Cursing the wealthy?
In all the things they have that we don't.
I'll shut up and let you rest.
But if I were raised to fight, that would be me,
Standing up against the light on the TV
That I die in front of each night
My tail between my knees
Well I know that you want more from me,
I'm too scared to move.
Calalily, would you make room for me in this bed?
So I can kick my feet and bang my head silently.
I swear I won't ask again.
Well I know how you need your sleep,
But my skin's crawlin
Well put that book down
About the end of the world.
And let your hair down
Like it's the end of the world and we'll make love.
Calalily, will you still love me come tomorrow knowing that I've done nothing
Amidst all the whores and fiends
I misplaced my solemnity
Last but not least on a long list in life of casualties
I walked back and forth, retracing my steps
Where I'd been and who I'd seen
Through an open door, into an empty bed, to my hands and knees
Looking for some kind of a sign, a deadly disease
Or a homeless man who knows my friends by name
The sound of sirens and heartache can be heard in the distance from where I lay
Stretched out, the only child of Aergia
In the room, rubble and ruins
As your lover
I have my doubts
But you kiss your mother
With that mouth
You put it on me
Up and down me
We had a good time
Crossin' those lines
And now that we're good friends
It's becoming more and more clear
That your vampire boyfriend
Isn't going anywhere
You put me on
You put on a good show
At least I can
See myself in the mirror
At least I can
See myself in the mirror
At least I can
See myself in the mirror
At least I can
See myself in the mirror
At least I can
See myself in the mirror
At least I can
Don?t take what I say to bed with you
And don?t get used to that which I do
You?ll only feel used in the end
Don?t weigh in your heavy head
Those words that I haven?t said
Don?t confuse that which I don?t do
With what will be done in time
You?ve gotta wise up
For Christ's sake take care of yourself
'Cause a dirty boy don?t make clean breaks
Oh, Sarah, if there?s something
That you want from me
Just ask, you might receive
I?m gonna take some time
Sift through this conflicted night
Figure out why I can?t sleep
Oh, my greed [Incomprehensible] and my guilt
Have surely gotten the best out of me
You?ve gotta wise up
Get out of this mess while you can
'Cause a dirty boy like me don?t fight clean
Oh, Sarah, if there?s something
That you want to do with me
i met a little girl and i settled down
in a little house out on the edge of town
we got married, we swore we'd never part
then little by little we drifted from each other's heart
at first i thought it was just restlessness
that would fade as time went by and our love grew deep
but in the end there was more i guess
that tore us apart and made us weep
i'm riding a stolen bike
up and down Damon Avenue
each night i wait to get caught
but i never do
she asked if i remembered those letters i wrote
when our love was young and bold
she said last night she read those letters
and they made her feel one hundred years old
i'm riding a stolen bike
on a pitch black night
i keep telling myself it's gonna be alright
but i ride by night and i travel in fear
Skin and bones, blood and teeth
Well this is essentially, who we are
Hair and clothes, the company we keep
Well this is regrettably, who we are to others
We're all the same, so show, routines
The tall good looking boy at the bar
Won't have to stumble too far to find someone
A new bird every night, he's still not satisfied
Thin skin, thick skulls and okward limbs
To one unique by fractions of an inch
And we're all ashamed of our vanity
As we should be, 'cause the devil's in the details
We're all the same, so show constrains and emotional cravings
You and me and him and her, and the prettiest girl at the party
Pities those girls who aren't so pretty, but dress nice
She'll go home alone by choice or choose one of the boys
You put on your raincoat
?Cause it looks like it just might today
You grab your keys, you?re out the door
Before you know where you?re going
If blame, as they say, is for God and little kids
Then you?re deserving of praise or a slap on the wrist
?Cause you can?t help but blame yourself
For your long face
Not a day passes that you don?t fold your hands
And ask St. Francis to find the lust for life
That you lost when she left with your tongue
Your last breath
She?s a thief with an eye for nice things
Not a day passes that you don?t close your eyes
And ask St. Francis to find the love of your life
That you lost when she left, you dumb fuck
Your life?s a mess without her
To tell you what to say or when to breathe
im gana rock to your house im going to rock your bed im gana rock to your house im going to rock your bed im gana rock to your house im going to rock your bed im gana rock to your house im going to rock your bed im gana rock to your house im going to rock your bed im gana rock to your house im going to rock your bed im gana rock to your house im going to rock your bed im gana rock to your house im going to rock your bed im gana rock to your house im going to rock your bed im gana rock to your house im going to rock your bed im gana rock to your house im going to rock your bed im gana rock to your house im going to rock your bed im gana rock to your house im going to rock your bed im gana rock to your house im going to rock your bed im gana rock to your house im going to rock your bed im gana rock to your house im going to rock your bed all night long
Put your faith in me my friends
That one day I'll find a way
To give all the things that you've given to me back
Well, put your foot down my brother
That's no way to live
Putting the needs of others ahead of yours
You deserve more than nothing
It's the little things that we do that mean anything
It's the little things that we do that mean anything
Put your hands on me, my love while the world wakes up early
They waste the day working for money they don't need
To buy things they don't need
Well, we'll sleep in, we'll do it again
It's the little things that we do that mean anything
Long night, last call
Bloodshot eyes from some drinks too tall
I breathe in deep and I swear to God
I'll die if I go home alone tonight
I raise my head slow
Hoping to find a girl I don't know
Wouldn't mind showing a good time
To feeling alright with doing something
We might regret in the morning
You in a cardigan, tired of all your friends
You in love with the Cocteau Twins
You're bored with your boyfriend
I want to be with you tonight
With our legs crossed
Our tongues tied
Which one of you poor souls
Wants to drive me home?
I swear to God
All that I need is to know that I'll know you
when you're older
O, Evelyn... don't shy away from the cameras
And don't die before I do
All that I need is to know that I'll know you
when you're older
O, Evelyn... don't waste no time feeling sorry
And don't lie down with salesmen
Baby, I'm feeling old
Even the hairs on my bones are turning grey
Where skin once lived only blisters remain
All that I need is to know that I'll know you
when you're older
O, Evelyn... don't let your shyness define you
I don?t know what you?re lookin' for
But I do know that you won?t find it at the rainbow
So you might as well stay home
I don?t care what you?re looking for
But I do know that you don?t like drinkin' alone
And you?re too smart to act so dumb
And these eyes will wear thin
Wear your disguise again and again
I?ve seen that look enough times to know
What you?re in the mood for
But these here can?t be bad anymore tonight
You poor thing, already used to sleepin' alone
And you?re too dumb to see, those wet shoes are no use to you
I don?t know what you?re lookin' for
But I do know that you ain?t no God damn son of a bitch
You?re just more unlikable than you used to be
You?re along ways away from the place we thought you?d be by now
You?re along ways away from the place we thought you?d be by now
You?re along ways away from the place we thought you?d be by now
Go on, get out of here
You've got everything you've been came for
Warm arms, a warm bed to fall into
When you can't get what you did out of your head
Go on, you've made yourself clear
You're no good for no one now
You put your selfish hands and your selfish tongue on my body
But we both know who your mind's on
I know you're still dealing with her leaving
It's a shame, but you've only yourself to blame
Go on, see if I care
Do whatever the fuck you want to
I'll do the same, alright? Okay
There's no need to apologize for selling what you advertised
I know that you're dealing with her leaving
It's a shame, but you've only yourself to blame
You're grieving for good reason, she was great
But you've only yourself to blame
You're still dealing with her leaving, it's a shame
But you've only yourself to blame
You're bleeding internally and you're in pain
But you've only yourself to blame
So grab your things and go on, get out of here
I spend most days in this bed that I abuse
On these pillows that you can't get used to
I spend entire days putting off that which can't wait
Until I'm knee deep in my own waste
And I think that I'm justified
'Cause I've seen what trying's done for those whove tried
I spend most days in this bed too small for two
misplacing time
Like I've got it to lose
I spend endless days thinking of all the different ways
That we make love
And I think that I'm justified
'Cause I've seen what living's done for those alive
(They don't survive, they don't survive)
I spend entire days in this bed too small for two
On these pillows that you can't get used to
And that's why I don't sleep at night
And that's why I don't feel right in this city
Brown hair in a birds nest,
A pile of teeth under a tree,
The frayed sleeves of a poorly tailored jacket.
Another wasted night,
Searching for life.
Digging up graves, 'cause I've got something to say to the dead and buried.
You know how my mind it drifts,
A small boat lost at sea.
Callowed and rutterless,
To say the least.
I swear, on my mothers gravy,
That I didn't lie to you.
I was only, as usual, confused.
It was wrong of me to curse your family's name, and your faith,
And an answering machine,
and I knew it didn't know how to use.
For how long must I lie awake,
For how many long nights shall I keep digging up graves.
Well, I swear on my mothers gravy,
That I didn't lie to you.
We bonded over broken bones.
Who's broke skin.
Who's fractured in two places.
Who's hurt the most.
We bonded over broken bones.
How many vicodin we took before bed.
How many we sold to the band sleeping on our floor,
week one of a two week tour.
My god knows they'll need it more than I.
You and me and an x-ray machine.
I swear that day you saw straight through me.
We're two bags of bones,
broken and talking of people we both know in common
amongst other things that I shouldn't mention.
You and me.
A hospital love scene.
whatever it is you think you are
you aren't:
a good friend, unique, well-read
good-looking, or smart
well now you know
well I hate to be the one to bear such bad news
I know it hurts to hear
but it's true
you don't mean anything
to anyone but me
and even I think
that you're blinded by conceit
so now you know
free beer
and basement shows
don't mean you've made it
it's what you do
not who you were, what you wear, where you've been
so do something
whoever you think is watching you dance
from across the room
they aren't
if anything, they feel sorry for you
'cause you try so hard
I know it hurts to hear
but it's the truth
so you might as well hear it
from a friend
you're a has-been
that never was
I know it's mean to say
but it's something I've been meaning to say to you
for a while
you're a has-been
that never was
Amnesia's a pretty word to speak aloud or write
So I shall use it as a nickname for the girl I've in my life
She's not the sum of what she owns
And she ain't cavalier with the skin she shows
She has saved me from the questions in my life that have plagued me
Now I know who I am, a tongue-biting, one-woman man
Amnesia sings songs under her breath, she's too shy to project
She'd prefer say nothing at all than have to endure talk of the small variety
She don't always make nice with others
In fact, she sometimes makes downright mean with me
But she has saved me from the long nights and the last calls that have betrayed me
Now I know who I am, a house-broken, one-woman man
Amnesia and Me, we're sitting in our tree
You said that you finally heard the voices in my head
Or at least I think you did
I'm so easily confused, an inebriated fool
who doesn't know his right from left or often right from wrong
Once said and I quote I just read this thing that you wrote in college
A trenchant critique of anthropology being accepted as a social science
And not the art of educated observation
And all the things that we can learn about ourselves in the context of someone else
Another vaguely remembers swimming naked with strangers
One summer night on that ill-fated tour
Well those were formative years
Maybe that's why I like to drink my beers warm and I like to take my pants off
And I like a little ink on my girl
You fucked a fever in me,
And I'm burning up.
A hundred and two, a hundred and three.
Cold sweats, im in need of new sheets.
You fucked this flu in me,
And I'm throwing up dinner for two, and mixed drinks.
Im on my knees as it passes through me
I've been sick before, nothing like this.
I swore if the room started spinning,
I'd leave.
You fucked the sickness in me,
And I'm building up
White blood cells; immunity.
So if by chance it happens again,
I wont be bed ridden.
Ive been sick before, nothing like this.
I swore if the room started spinning,
I'd make my way back to the beginning
you know what you are to me
don't make me say it over and over again
it's way too late
or much too early
you know how I get
when I'm left alone to my vices
like the grown-ups did when I was a kid
I said: I'm a bird in your hand so take me as I am
you know what you are to me
don't make me say it over and over again
my left hand, a part of me
it stays late to clean up my mess
when I'm sick of all my choices
like the grown-ups I grew up with
angels and addicts
when I put my arms around you
I mean it
when I'm too drunk to stay up with you
I mean it
when I slam doors 'cause I'm pissed at you
I mean it
when I put on a suit and say "I do"
I mean it
you know what you are to me
don't make me say it over and over again
those books you've read in your youth,
like holidays at home
continue to remind you
of who you were
and who you are
some pages bent,
the spines creased and worn
all signs of being adored
and those words somehow meant more to you
than who they were written for
those blankets in your bed
so tattered and sad
they've seen enough sleepless nights
both good and bad
to pen a short story
use your words
for a few love songs
well ain't it about time
you've moved on
those books that you've read
you will read again
after enough time passes
you'll remember some names
but not how they end
after enough time passes
and your heart will break all over again
after enough time passes
Voting doesn't work, 1-2-3
It's time you know your enemy
I won't pledge allegiance to hypocrisy
Your democracy, is not for me
So when we try to change this place
Courtroom pulls an about face
Fantasies of the master race
Our elections they erase
See once upon a time we were all free
When we lived in tribal societies
Peace, peace and harmony
And everything for the good of family
Yeah cancer people can't smoke weed
People voted to be free
But the facist rule decree
Pigs arresting you and me
(chorus)
Voting doesn't work. why?
When they don't like what we say, then they stop it in the courts
Voting doesn't work. why?
When they don't like what we say, then they stop it in the courts
Voting doesn't work. why?
When they don't like what we say, then they stop it in the courts
Voting doesn't work. why?
When they don't like what we say, then they stop it in the courts
President this, president that
Represent the ruling class
One says this (this) one says that (that)
Sounds the same, what choice is that
See, voting doesn't work 1-2-3
Coming from the nation of the Cherokee
How can you choose when you don't have a choice
How can you choose when you don't have a voice
Yeah, interest games, their interest rates
Secret power fueled by hate (hate)
Fear for cash
Cash for fear
Greenspan is the ruler here
Yeah, a pig is a pig
And they took it away
And I don't give a fuck about the things they say
It don't mean shit to me
Voting doesn't work it's easy to see that
Voting doesn't work. why?
When they don't like what we say, then they stop it in the courts
Voting doesn't work. why?
When they don't like what we say, then they stop it in the courts
Voting doesn't work. why?
When they don't like what we say, then they stop it in the courts
Voting doesn't work. why?
When they don't like what we say, then they stop it in the courts
Voting doesn't work I have seen
Along with piles of broken treaties
Your reality produces poverty, spiritually in a nation of greed
Well, who is working, who is not
Think votes count, well I think not
Doesn't matter what we say
Things will always go their way
Power to the people is just a fantasy
And they sell to us as an american dream
Power to the people is just a fantasy
And they sell to us as an american dream
Well your vote counts 1-2-3
Living in democracy
Everybody here is free
'Cause it's built for you and it's built for me
Voting doesn't work, why
When they don't like what we say they stop it in the courts
Voting doesn't work, why
When they don't like what we say they stop it in the courts
Voting doesn't work, why
When they don't like what we say they stop it in the courts
Voting doesn't work, why
Here it is,
the final curtain call:
a gesture of gratitude and ego.
Well, I'd be remiss
if I didn't piss myself
one last public act of disrepute to regret.
People used to pay
to watch me sing and play
but it seems
more and more they come
to spit in my face.
Well I'm tired of speaking up
and speaking clearly
so the idiots in the back can hear me.
From now on it's do's and don'ts
to a room of antique maps and ghosts,
We'll leave at dusk with only that which we can carry
Whatever's left gets burned or buried
for if by chance we return
We'll leave a note
To Whom It May Concern:
Fuck you and your front lawn
I'd rather die with my hands tied than holding a gun
There's no place like home for collecting burdens
and conjuring ghosts that don't know they're dead
Soon there's going to be a fight
and we'll all have to choose sides
Like kids on the playground
But everyone's hungry
There's no place like home for collecting burdens
and conjuring ghosts that don't know they're dead
He insists that he's just sick and I don't have the heart
to tell him any different
It's the way it's been and the way it will be until we leave
We don't need a mirror
We don't need those pictures on the wall
We don't need to see ourselves as we are now
to remember where we came from
We'll leave at dusk with only that which we can carry
I'll get the dog, you get the baby
You spent the fall turning over new leaves
one by one on your way to the bar everyday
like the lost, desperate dog that you are
But you won't find what you need
following that leash
never the less
you keep walking away from me.
You spent the fall turning over new leaves
you seemed more resolved than ever
dig your own grave
lie down, and wait
for friends and family
to get you back up on your feet
so you can keep on walking.
Well i've got legs of my own
a clean shirt for the morning
i have next months rent
and a bar or two to burn down
Well I'm tired of sleeping on the couch
like a guest in my own house
well I'm tired of lying to the cat
about if or when i'll be back
I'm tired of painting over the past
Saying I love you
Is not the words I want to hear from you
Its not that I want you
Not to say, but if you only knew
How easy it would be to show me how you feel
More than words is all you have to do to make it real
Then you wouldnt have to say that you love me
Cos I"d already know
What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldnt make things new
Just by saying I love you
More than words
Now Ive tried to talk to you and make you understand
All you have to do is close your eyes
And just reach out your hands and touch me
Hold me close dont ever let me go
More than words is all I ever needed you to show
Then you wouldnt have to say that you love me
Cos I"d already know
What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldnt make things new
Just by saying I love you
last one out the door has to clean up the mess that we left from the party. the bottles on the table, the beer on the floor, the words we can't take back, but should've been said long before. O, what a difference a year makes. O, the toll that a year takes on two people in love and in need of two very different things. last one out the door will be the last one to forget what was said at the party. a cake-knife pulled, pointed, and lead into an unknowing [undeserving] back. O, what a difference a year makes. O, the toll that we'll pay for not dropping everything to hold onto those we love.
a head that aches doesn't have to stay that way. just let some things go. i know there's pain in leaving things all too well. a heart that craves doesn't have to stay that way. just let some things go. in time, you'll find needing things only kills you slowly.
if you're not sure who you are, you're not alone. if you're not sure what you want, you're not alone. if you're not sure in life of love, you're not alone. just let these things go.
I've good friends with bad habits,
what am I to do?
they're literary romantics,
they fuck like wilde,
and indulge like hemingway.
i've good friends with bad habits
and a tendency towards negligence.
just petty thieves and addicts,
that don't hurt anyone
but they'll burn anyway.
well sometimes,
like every time
a train passes,
i get jealous of the long nights,
and blurred lights,
the red eyes,
the bar fights.
the 'where in the hell am i?
and how did i get here
with one shoe?
and which way to the nearest train?'
well sometimes,
like every time she breathes,
i embrace my routine.
i've good friends with bad habits.
but what's a boy without a voice to do?
they're literary romantics,
they'll fuck like wilde,
What else in this room, reminds me of you
The window sill with a crucified pit
Of an avocado still sits in water
What else in this room reminds me of
The relationship I have ruined
The tables, I made strong enough
To hold your magazines, but not your tired legs
One more week in this apartment
One more week of being haunted
By the ghost of what should' ve been
What else in this fucking empty room
Reminds me of fucking you
An orphaned couch where I spent some long nights
While you went out with our friends
What I wouldn?t do to be a ghost like you
To be somewhere new
To leave everything, the way you left everything
Reminded you of me
One more week in this apartment
I've got nothing to say
I've got building blocks for teeth
And a tube sock for a tongue
I can't do anything
I can't do my hair right
Or have a good time
Or fall asleep with my girl
If you don't wanna see
The worst in me
You've got two choices:
Cover your eyes
Both hands tight
Or just leave
I don't know what I think
I'm unsure that I could or couldn't care less or more
About everyone I do or don't know
If you don't wanna be
With a dead beat like me
I won't blame you
If you don't wanna see
The worst in me
You've got two choices:
Cover your eyes
Both hands tight
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