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I haven't posted any lyrics in a long while. Probably since some angsty moment in high school. Anyway, this song is great, and I can't stop listening to it. You know how on some online surveys it'll ask what song you wish you had written? This would be it, I think. Well, anything by Damien Rice, really, but right now this song just fits so well, and I don't even know why.
you can hold her hand
and show her how you cry
explain to her your weakness so she understands
and then roll over and die
or you can brave decisions
before you crumble up inside
spend your time asking everyone else's permission
then run away and hide
you can sit on chimneys
put some fire up your ass
no need to know what you're doing or waiting for
but if anyone should ask..
tell them i've been lickin' coconut skins
and we've been hanging out
tell them god just dropped by to forgive our sins
and relieve us our doubt
you can hold her eggs
but your basket has a hole
you can lie between her legs and go looking for..
tell her you're searchin' for her soul
or you can wait for ages
watch your compost turn to coal
but time is contagious
everybody's getting old
so you can sit on chimneys
put some fire up your ass
no need to know what you're doing or looking for
but if anyone should ask..
tell them i've been cookin' coconut skins
and we've been hanging out
tell them god just dropped by to forgive our sins
and relieve us our doubt
Maybe it speaks to the fact that I'm so close to being through this mire. Tomorrow I turn in a paper, work on two more, and then Wednesday I'm done. All I'll have is reading, and that's incredibly relieving.
Caving was amazing, and despite the scrapes and soreness it was completely worth it. It was...an experience. I want to do it again, and soon.
I'm completely conflicted about my parents moving to Colorado and I don't know what to do. I need an option out, neither here nor there. I just don't know. We'll see.
Time for bed, I think.
you can hold her hand
and show her how you cry
explain to her your weakness so she understands
and then roll over and die
or you can brave decisions
before you crumble up inside
spend your time asking everyone else's permission
then run away and hide
you can sit on chimneys
put some fire up your ass
no need to know what you're doing or waiting for
but if anyone should ask..
tell them i've been lickin' coconut skins
and we've been hanging out
tell them god just dropped by to forgive our sins
and relieve us our doubt
you can hold her eggs
but your basket has a hole
you can lie between her legs and go looking for..
tell her you're searchin' for her soul
or you can wait for ages
watch your compost turn to coal
but time is contagious
everybody's getting old
so you can sit on chimneys
put some fire up your ass
no need to know what you're doing or looking for
but if anyone should ask..
tell them i've been cookin' coconut skins
and we've been hanging out
tell them god just dropped by to forgive our sins
and relieve us our doubt
Maybe it speaks to the fact that I'm so close to being through this mire. Tomorrow I turn in a paper, work on two more, and then Wednesday I'm done. All I'll have is reading, and that's incredibly relieving.
Caving was amazing, and despite the scrapes and soreness it was completely worth it. It was...an experience. I want to do it again, and soon.
I'm completely conflicted about my parents moving to Colorado and I don't know what to do. I need an option out, neither here nor there. I just don't know. We'll see.
Time for bed, I think.