how awful that must feel...
"You Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will"
You say that I treat you like a book on a shelf. I don't take you out that often
'cause I know that I've completed you and that's why you are here.
That is the reason why you stay here. How awful that must feel.
You said you would be my dream. I could have you every night and if, by morning,
I had forgotten you, well, no big deal, it would be all right because
you are the reoccurring kind. You are the reoccurring kind. You never really leave my mind.
Are you the love of my lifetime? Because there have been times I have had my doubts.
We were just kids when I first kissed you in the attic of my parents house,
and I wish we were there now. It took so long to figure out what this book has been about.
Now I write when I'm away letters that you never read. You said go to explore those other women,
the geography of their bodies but there is just one map you'll need. You are a boomerang.
You'll see. You will return to me.
You will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will.
You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will.
Because if you don't, then this book is all lies. If you don't, then my plans would all be ruined.
If you don't, I'll start drinking like the way I drank before.
And I just wont have a future anymore.
"The Raw And Searing Flesh"
i never want to see you
in the raw and searing flesh
i don't ever want to hear you
singing softly to the dead
i never want to feel your skin
running warm along my side
i don't ever want to sink that way again
it would be easier to die
to die
i'm tending the pyres of my frustrations
burning leaves on buried dreams
kneeling in to rake the ashes
i'm embering. you're smoldered out.
my hands are free,
my lungs are proud
your forgiveness is a fading fiction
your forgiveness is a fading fiction
these flames have never burned so high
i won't be staring in your eyes
i'm trying hard not to remember
the way the smoke drifts through the air
we'll all be dead come november
four months out of every year
every year
(every year)
i won't be staring in your eyes
every year
"goodbye"
Everyday’s the same
I feel them merge
I try to separate
Resist the urge
But they tell me
I’ll be fine
That it will all get better
Just try to write it down
Or put it in a letter
But the words won’t play
And there’s no
Easy way to say
Goodbye, goodbye
Keep my head on straight
And don’t look down
With all I’ve pushed away
I’m losing ground
But they tell me
I’ll be fine
That it will all get better
Just try to write it down
Or put it in a letter
But the words won’t play
And there’s no
Easy way to say
Goodbye, goodbye
And from the sidelines
Watch me fall down
And I don’t understand
The things I do
But I’ll probably be fine
As long as I keep moving
I’ll try to write it down
So things just keep improving
Still the words won’t play
’cause there’s no
Easy way to say
Goodbye, goodbye
"Bend And Not Break"
I catalog these steps now
Decisive and intentioned
precise and patterned specifically to yours.
I'm talented at breathing
Especially exhaling
So that my chest will rise and fall with yours
I'm careful not to wake you
Fearing conversation
It's better just to hold you
And keep you pacified
I'm talented with reason
I cover all the angles
I can fail before I ever try
Try to understand there's an old mistake that fools will make
And I'm the king of them, pushing everything that's good away
Wont you hold me now (I will not bend I will not break)
Wont you hold me now (I will not bend I will not break)
I am fairly agile
I can bend and not break
Or I can break and take it with a smile
And I am so resilient
I recover quickly
I'll convince you soon that I am fine
Try to understand there's and old mistake that fools will make
And I'm the king of them, pushing everything that's good away
Wont you hold me now (I will not bend I will not break)
Wont you hold me now (For you I rise, for you I fall)
Just hold me close to you, just hold me close to you
Just hold me close to you, just hold me close to you, to you
And try to understand there's and old mistake that fools will make
And I'm the king of them, pushing everything that's good away
So wont you hold me now?
Wont you hold me now?
Now, now, now, now, now
"Flying At Tree Level (Version 1.0)"
We were doomed from the start, as starters are.
Why am I doing this?
Digging my own grave. Though it's shallow,
I would lie in it.
We're down in the basement, in the dark,
after we crash your car.
Hoping fast that my arrow hits the mark,
so you know who we are.
Please keep the reporters at bay.
This is a matter of life and death,
but I deal with things like this everyday.
Please keep the reporters at bay.
You never do what I tell you to.
You never do what I say.
We've been hurting a long time. Trying hard for this.
We all have sizeable scars. We got it.
You'd break it all apart. We got it.
We can make it work like this, like this, like this...
Yes we are a bullet in the heart
and the message sent.
Always dragging your feet over sand
and over hot cement.
Make a list of your favorites. Write it down.
Make it legible.
A problem we're always facing. You never rest.
You either push or pull.
Please keep the crowd under control.
This is a matter of life and
death and we're not prepared. I just want you to know.
Please keep the crowd under control.
This is the weight of my conscience.
This is an all time low.
We've been hurting a long time. Trying hard for this.
We all have sizeable scars. We got it.
You'd break it all apart. We got it.
We can make it work like this, like this, like this...
I see my baby. She's starry eyed.
I hear my bones break all the time.
I see my baby. She's starry eyed.
She follows. Don't call me unkind.
[x2]
We've been hurting a long time. Trying hard for this.
We all have sizeable scars. We got it.
You'd break it all apart. We got it.
We can make it work like this, like this, like this...
[x2]
"It's Cool, We Can Still Be Friends"
Yeah, you still kiss me, but it's just on the cheek
Yeah, you still kiss me, but it's just on the cheek
Yeah, you still kiss me sometimes, but it's just on the cheek
You pull away so easily
And I still call you, but I get your machine
And I still call you, but I get your machine
And if I'm lucky I guess, I get your roommate answering
But you're at the bar, or at Gene's
And we go to dinner, but you won't hold my hand
We sit at the same table, but we don't play with our feet
Yeah, we still go to dinner sometimes, but we don't sneak a kiss
When the waitress turns around
And we still watch movies, but we don't share the couch
And we still rent movies, but we don't share the couch
Yeah, we still watch movies sometimes, but you don't lay in my lap
The plot is slow, take a nap
And you even stay over, but now we stay in our clothes
Yeah, you'll even sleep over, but now we stay in our clothes
Yeah, you even sleep over sometimes, but we stay in our clothes
I'm only there so that you're not alone
And you say that I hurt you, in a voice like a prayer
Yeah, you say that I've hurt you, and your voice is like a prayer
Yeah, well maybe I hurt you sometimes, but let's contrast and compare
Lift up your shirt, the wound isn't there
I guess that your truth, is just the ghost of your lies
I guess your kind of truth, is just the ghost of your lies
Yeah, your kind of truth, darling, is just the ghost of your lies
I see through them all the time
So I'm pouring some whiskey, I'm gonna get drunk
Yeah, I'm pouring myself some whiskey, I'm going to get really fucking drunk
I'm pouring some whiskey right now, I'm going to get so, so drunk
That I pass out, forget your face, by the time I wake up.
ugh. boys are so painful. i don't know what to do anymore. i'm broke. i have no pot. my chest feels tight. i'm angry. i'm hurt. i'm listening to bright eyes again. what did i do? how could i have ever let myself believe he'd make me happy? how did i fool myself into falling in love with a fucking lie? i wish i could just turn off emotion. i don't ever want to love again. it's too much giving. it rapes you. i wash my hands of love. i just need a warm body and a quiet lie. i need him to tell me he loves me, but only once. a white lie before he lays me down and holds me close. then whatever we shared would be gone the next day and we'd never speak of it again. i'm never going to give someone myself again because it's a waste. i guess i marked my heart for more than it was worth. because all the while i thought i sold myself short, he thought he was getting ripped off. the customer is always right. damn.
You say that I treat you like a book on a shelf. I don't take you out that often
'cause I know that I've completed you and that's why you are here.
That is the reason why you stay here. How awful that must feel.
You said you would be my dream. I could have you every night and if, by morning,
I had forgotten you, well, no big deal, it would be all right because
you are the reoccurring kind. You are the reoccurring kind. You never really leave my mind.
Are you the love of my lifetime? Because there have been times I have had my doubts.
We were just kids when I first kissed you in the attic of my parents house,
and I wish we were there now. It took so long to figure out what this book has been about.
Now I write when I'm away letters that you never read. You said go to explore those other women,
the geography of their bodies but there is just one map you'll need. You are a boomerang.
You'll see. You will return to me.
You will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will.
You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will.
Because if you don't, then this book is all lies. If you don't, then my plans would all be ruined.
If you don't, I'll start drinking like the way I drank before.
And I just wont have a future anymore.
"The Raw And Searing Flesh"
i never want to see you
in the raw and searing flesh
i don't ever want to hear you
singing softly to the dead
i never want to feel your skin
running warm along my side
i don't ever want to sink that way again
it would be easier to die
to die
i'm tending the pyres of my frustrations
burning leaves on buried dreams
kneeling in to rake the ashes
i'm embering. you're smoldered out.
my hands are free,
my lungs are proud
your forgiveness is a fading fiction
your forgiveness is a fading fiction
these flames have never burned so high
i won't be staring in your eyes
i'm trying hard not to remember
the way the smoke drifts through the air
we'll all be dead come november
four months out of every year
every year
(every year)
i won't be staring in your eyes
every year
"goodbye"
Everyday’s the same
I feel them merge
I try to separate
Resist the urge
But they tell me
I’ll be fine
That it will all get better
Just try to write it down
Or put it in a letter
But the words won’t play
And there’s no
Easy way to say
Goodbye, goodbye
Keep my head on straight
And don’t look down
With all I’ve pushed away
I’m losing ground
But they tell me
I’ll be fine
That it will all get better
Just try to write it down
Or put it in a letter
But the words won’t play
And there’s no
Easy way to say
Goodbye, goodbye
And from the sidelines
Watch me fall down
And I don’t understand
The things I do
But I’ll probably be fine
As long as I keep moving
I’ll try to write it down
So things just keep improving
Still the words won’t play
’cause there’s no
Easy way to say
Goodbye, goodbye
"Bend And Not Break"
I catalog these steps now
Decisive and intentioned
precise and patterned specifically to yours.
I'm talented at breathing
Especially exhaling
So that my chest will rise and fall with yours
I'm careful not to wake you
Fearing conversation
It's better just to hold you
And keep you pacified
I'm talented with reason
I cover all the angles
I can fail before I ever try
Try to understand there's an old mistake that fools will make
And I'm the king of them, pushing everything that's good away
Wont you hold me now (I will not bend I will not break)
Wont you hold me now (I will not bend I will not break)
I am fairly agile
I can bend and not break
Or I can break and take it with a smile
And I am so resilient
I recover quickly
I'll convince you soon that I am fine
Try to understand there's and old mistake that fools will make
And I'm the king of them, pushing everything that's good away
Wont you hold me now (I will not bend I will not break)
Wont you hold me now (For you I rise, for you I fall)
Just hold me close to you, just hold me close to you
Just hold me close to you, just hold me close to you, to you
And try to understand there's and old mistake that fools will make
And I'm the king of them, pushing everything that's good away
So wont you hold me now?
Wont you hold me now?
Now, now, now, now, now
"Flying At Tree Level (Version 1.0)"
We were doomed from the start, as starters are.
Why am I doing this?
Digging my own grave. Though it's shallow,
I would lie in it.
We're down in the basement, in the dark,
after we crash your car.
Hoping fast that my arrow hits the mark,
so you know who we are.
Please keep the reporters at bay.
This is a matter of life and death,
but I deal with things like this everyday.
Please keep the reporters at bay.
You never do what I tell you to.
You never do what I say.
We've been hurting a long time. Trying hard for this.
We all have sizeable scars. We got it.
You'd break it all apart. We got it.
We can make it work like this, like this, like this...
Yes we are a bullet in the heart
and the message sent.
Always dragging your feet over sand
and over hot cement.
Make a list of your favorites. Write it down.
Make it legible.
A problem we're always facing. You never rest.
You either push or pull.
Please keep the crowd under control.
This is a matter of life and
death and we're not prepared. I just want you to know.
Please keep the crowd under control.
This is the weight of my conscience.
This is an all time low.
We've been hurting a long time. Trying hard for this.
We all have sizeable scars. We got it.
You'd break it all apart. We got it.
We can make it work like this, like this, like this...
I see my baby. She's starry eyed.
I hear my bones break all the time.
I see my baby. She's starry eyed.
She follows. Don't call me unkind.
[x2]
We've been hurting a long time. Trying hard for this.
We all have sizeable scars. We got it.
You'd break it all apart. We got it.
We can make it work like this, like this, like this...
[x2]
"It's Cool, We Can Still Be Friends"
Yeah, you still kiss me, but it's just on the cheek
Yeah, you still kiss me, but it's just on the cheek
Yeah, you still kiss me sometimes, but it's just on the cheek
You pull away so easily
And I still call you, but I get your machine
And I still call you, but I get your machine
And if I'm lucky I guess, I get your roommate answering
But you're at the bar, or at Gene's
And we go to dinner, but you won't hold my hand
We sit at the same table, but we don't play with our feet
Yeah, we still go to dinner sometimes, but we don't sneak a kiss
When the waitress turns around
And we still watch movies, but we don't share the couch
And we still rent movies, but we don't share the couch
Yeah, we still watch movies sometimes, but you don't lay in my lap
The plot is slow, take a nap
And you even stay over, but now we stay in our clothes
Yeah, you'll even sleep over, but now we stay in our clothes
Yeah, you even sleep over sometimes, but we stay in our clothes
I'm only there so that you're not alone
And you say that I hurt you, in a voice like a prayer
Yeah, you say that I've hurt you, and your voice is like a prayer
Yeah, well maybe I hurt you sometimes, but let's contrast and compare
Lift up your shirt, the wound isn't there
I guess that your truth, is just the ghost of your lies
I guess your kind of truth, is just the ghost of your lies
Yeah, your kind of truth, darling, is just the ghost of your lies
I see through them all the time
So I'm pouring some whiskey, I'm gonna get drunk
Yeah, I'm pouring myself some whiskey, I'm going to get really fucking drunk
I'm pouring some whiskey right now, I'm going to get so, so drunk
That I pass out, forget your face, by the time I wake up.
ugh. boys are so painful. i don't know what to do anymore. i'm broke. i have no pot. my chest feels tight. i'm angry. i'm hurt. i'm listening to bright eyes again. what did i do? how could i have ever let myself believe he'd make me happy? how did i fool myself into falling in love with a fucking lie? i wish i could just turn off emotion. i don't ever want to love again. it's too much giving. it rapes you. i wash my hands of love. i just need a warm body and a quiet lie. i need him to tell me he loves me, but only once. a white lie before he lays me down and holds me close. then whatever we shared would be gone the next day and we'd never speak of it again. i'm never going to give someone myself again because it's a waste. i guess i marked my heart for more than it was worth. because all the while i thought i sold myself short, he thought he was getting ripped off. the customer is always right. damn.