sometimes..when you cant explain how you feel..conor does it
So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone.
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself.
It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope.
That is why I'm singing...
Baby don't worry cause now I got your back. And every time you feel like crying,
I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad,
then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company
through those days so long and black.
And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve
Of Love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.
-bowl of oranges
Like when I fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush.
Started carrying her books and doing lots of drugs. I almost forgot who I was,
but came to my senses.
Now I'm tryin' to be assertive.
I'm making plans.
Wanna rise to the occasion, yeah
meet all of their demands.
But all I do is just lay in bed
and hide under the covers.
I know I should be brave
but I'm just too afraid of all this change.
And it's too hard to focus through all this doubt.
I keep making these "To Do" lists but nothing gets crossed out.
But now I've got to crawl, to get anywhere at all. I'm not as strong as I thought.
So when I'm lost in a crowd,
I hope that you'll pick me out.
Oh, how I long to be found.
The grass grew high. I laid down.
Now I wait for a hand to lift me up, help me stand.
I have been laying so low
Don't want to lay here no more.
Don't want to lay here no more.
Don't want to lay here no more.
Don't want to lay here no more.
But if everything that happens is supposed to be
and it is predetermined, can't change your destiny.
Then I guess I'll just keep moving, someday, maybe, I'll get to where I'm going.
-nothing gets crossed out
Now, I sing and drink and sleep on floors
And try hard not to be annoyed
By all these people worrying about me
-oh you are the roots that sweep beneath my feet and hold the earth in place.
And it's only when I'm angry that I feel complete
When we are screaming at each other is when I am most happy
I hang out with my friends and then I get depressed
And I drink myself to sleep with any strength that is left
And I quit going to church a year ago
And my teachers think that my faith is gone
But I can do without the eucharist because I found God
In a Solid Jackson song
-solid jackson
There is a cat in the window of the house of my lover. Well she sleeps
there alone now or perhaps with another but I try not to think about
that. I try not to think at all. I get cocaine from this girl I met
and my brother buys me alcohol. And I stay up all night walking
through these houses I have grown to hate and my parents ask if I'm all
right I say "I've just been staying up too late." I need to sleep. I
need to do something to get this awful weight up off my chest and keep
her pretty ghost from chasing me...You say there are spaces open and
wide. You say there are days longer than nights. And I could be happy
if only I'd try...but I don't try. I don't try. And you speak of a
fever that burns you inside. As you explain to your mother how you
have wanted to die. So she kisses your fingers and says "My Darling
but why? When there is so much more. There is so much more. Do you
know there are spaces open and wide. Believe me, there are days longer
than nights. And you will be happy the minute you try. So won't you
try? Won't you try?
-the joy in forgetting
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself.
It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope.
That is why I'm singing...
Baby don't worry cause now I got your back. And every time you feel like crying,
I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad,
then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company
through those days so long and black.
And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve
Of Love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.
-bowl of oranges
Like when I fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush.
Started carrying her books and doing lots of drugs. I almost forgot who I was,
but came to my senses.
Now I'm tryin' to be assertive.
I'm making plans.
Wanna rise to the occasion, yeah
meet all of their demands.
But all I do is just lay in bed
and hide under the covers.
I know I should be brave
but I'm just too afraid of all this change.
And it's too hard to focus through all this doubt.
I keep making these "To Do" lists but nothing gets crossed out.
But now I've got to crawl, to get anywhere at all. I'm not as strong as I thought.
So when I'm lost in a crowd,
I hope that you'll pick me out.
Oh, how I long to be found.
The grass grew high. I laid down.
Now I wait for a hand to lift me up, help me stand.
I have been laying so low
Don't want to lay here no more.
Don't want to lay here no more.
Don't want to lay here no more.
Don't want to lay here no more.
But if everything that happens is supposed to be
and it is predetermined, can't change your destiny.
Then I guess I'll just keep moving, someday, maybe, I'll get to where I'm going.
-nothing gets crossed out
Now, I sing and drink and sleep on floors
And try hard not to be annoyed
By all these people worrying about me
-oh you are the roots that sweep beneath my feet and hold the earth in place.
And it's only when I'm angry that I feel complete
When we are screaming at each other is when I am most happy
I hang out with my friends and then I get depressed
And I drink myself to sleep with any strength that is left
And I quit going to church a year ago
And my teachers think that my faith is gone
But I can do without the eucharist because I found God
In a Solid Jackson song
-solid jackson
There is a cat in the window of the house of my lover. Well she sleeps
there alone now or perhaps with another but I try not to think about
that. I try not to think at all. I get cocaine from this girl I met
and my brother buys me alcohol. And I stay up all night walking
through these houses I have grown to hate and my parents ask if I'm all
right I say "I've just been staying up too late." I need to sleep. I
need to do something to get this awful weight up off my chest and keep
her pretty ghost from chasing me...You say there are spaces open and
wide. You say there are days longer than nights. And I could be happy
if only I'd try...but I don't try. I don't try. And you speak of a
fever that burns you inside. As you explain to your mother how you
have wanted to die. So she kisses your fingers and says "My Darling
but why? When there is so much more. There is so much more. Do you
know there are spaces open and wide. Believe me, there are days longer
than nights. And you will be happy the minute you try. So won't you
try? Won't you try?
-the joy in forgetting