Because I can...
Listening to Cursive again, and I'm falling in love again. What amazing music, you know? I had forgotten...its just perfect for my mood...and so beautiful too.
Making Friends and Acquaintances
Loose-lipped secrets
I've seen those birdies chirping
Another promise perched on their fragile branches
Cradle and all...
We all hide a diary beneath some mattress
And someone has slept in my bed
Sometimes I get so naked I sing like a canary
And I scream out what I shouldn't scream
Some lies last a lifetime
They keep our diaries hidden
They don't let the whispers slip
Between the cracks of the bathroom stalls
Or be written on the bathroom walls....
But still I can hear those dirty birds chirp away
It's a song I know by heart
Sometimes I resent making friends and acquaintances
It's a thin veil between us --
Between the bedsprings and the mattress
I keep my secrets
The ones I can't keep
The ones you took from me
The ones you scattered with your wings
It was nice to meet you...
It was nice to meet you...
It was nice to meet you...
Driftwood: A Fairy Tale
So he would sulk and drink and mope
and cross his arms and hope to die.
And then a fairy came one night
to bring this sorry boy to life.
She pulled some strings,
spun him about, that boy sprang up,
and began to shout,
“my arms, my legs, my heart,
my face, they are alive"
And she would cry, “liar, liar!
What have I done?
You’re no lover and I’m no fighter.”
The story goes on.
So he would buy her things and
kiss her hair to show he was for real.
And she would take those gifts and kisses,
though just stringing him along.
She knew about those wooden boys,
it’s an empty love to fill the void.
Pinocchio, oh boy how your nose has grown.
So he would cry, “liar, liar!
I’ll prove it to you.”
But then it grew.
He had grown tired of her,
so it was true.
He left her apartment and
he walked all night long,
‘til he was stopped by the shore of the ocean.
But still he walked on
amongst the whales and the waves
and screamed, “liar, liar!”
and his wooden body floated away.
He just drifted away.
And now I wonder how I was made.
Now I wonder how i was made.
My arms, my legs, my heart,
my face, my name is driftwood.
Making Friends and Acquaintances
Loose-lipped secrets
I've seen those birdies chirping
Another promise perched on their fragile branches
Cradle and all...
We all hide a diary beneath some mattress
And someone has slept in my bed
Sometimes I get so naked I sing like a canary
And I scream out what I shouldn't scream
Some lies last a lifetime
They keep our diaries hidden
They don't let the whispers slip
Between the cracks of the bathroom stalls
Or be written on the bathroom walls....
But still I can hear those dirty birds chirp away
It's a song I know by heart
Sometimes I resent making friends and acquaintances
It's a thin veil between us --
Between the bedsprings and the mattress
I keep my secrets
The ones I can't keep
The ones you took from me
The ones you scattered with your wings
It was nice to meet you...
It was nice to meet you...
It was nice to meet you...
Driftwood: A Fairy Tale
So he would sulk and drink and mope
and cross his arms and hope to die.
And then a fairy came one night
to bring this sorry boy to life.
She pulled some strings,
spun him about, that boy sprang up,
and began to shout,
“my arms, my legs, my heart,
my face, they are alive"
And she would cry, “liar, liar!
What have I done?
You’re no lover and I’m no fighter.”
The story goes on.
So he would buy her things and
kiss her hair to show he was for real.
And she would take those gifts and kisses,
though just stringing him along.
She knew about those wooden boys,
it’s an empty love to fill the void.
Pinocchio, oh boy how your nose has grown.
So he would cry, “liar, liar!
I’ll prove it to you.”
But then it grew.
He had grown tired of her,
so it was true.
He left her apartment and
he walked all night long,
‘til he was stopped by the shore of the ocean.
But still he walked on
amongst the whales and the waves
and screamed, “liar, liar!”
and his wooden body floated away.
He just drifted away.
And now I wonder how I was made.
Now I wonder how i was made.
My arms, my legs, my heart,
my face, my name is driftwood.