i’ve been staring at a picture of myself upon the wall i must confess i made a mess, don’t recognize myself at wall i’ve been searching high and low on top behind and underneath i look for ways to stunt my growth, look for reasons not to leave cause i made a museum filled it up with memories but i can’t live inside a museum of used to be’s i’ve been popping pills like candy, i’ve been smoking too much weed the past was fine and dandy, but the future’s what i need i’ve been living like a statue, i’m afraid i’m gonna crack you have roped me off with stanchions to protect the artifact
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you got your tools spread out on the table you’re hoping that you’re able to fix every single problem you get your hands on but you’re tearing out your hair you’re frustrated and scared the woman that you love is up and gone but you can’t fix a broken heart your hammer and nails will only tear it apart oh, handy man of mine you can’t fix me this time you got your sewing machine ready your hands are nice and steady you want to sew me back up like a quilt but my legs start to shaking, my body starts aching i can’t lay under here with all this guilt you can’t mend a broken heart your needles and pins will only tear me apart oh, handy man of mine you can’t fix me this time no glue is gonna hold me no clay is gonna mold me into the happy lady you deserve no wrench is gonna bind me no drill is gonna rewind me i’ve gotta find me first you can’t mend a broken heart wish i would have told you from the very start oh, handy man of mine you can’t fix me this time
i put up a wall of feathers
so it's so easy for you to break it down i filled up a suitcase of nevers no longer a word now, never's just a sound i must like the pain of together much more than the fear of being apart sometimes i feel like a broken record over over again and again and again stop breaking my heart stop breaking my heart, stop breaking my heart oh, a wind will blow knock down our home feathers will fly, and i'll wonder why i never built with stone i put on my pi's and your sweater cause baby these days that's about as close as i get to you i think of the good days when things were better i think of the new ways that i could get through i put down my weapons and surrendor each new day beckons a clean slate and if i kept them i would just remember why it was i picked them up in the first place no one wants to be a captain of a sorry sinking ship cause when it starts to sink, you think do i gotta go down with it? no one wants to be the bearer of incredibly bad news cause when you’re the one dropping the bomb you’ve got everything to lose what if three years turns into thirty-something? what if all you got was a whole lot of nothing? what if thirty-something turns into three kids? and you screw ‘em up just like your parents did? no one wants to be the writer of a book that’s never read all those words once full of life may as well be dead no one wants to be the bad guy, baby wouldn’t you agree? honey you’re so good, i guess the bad guy’s gotta be me Verse: Am F E Chorus: Dm C G Bridge: F G F G F G F E7 our bed is just a queen but lately there’s miles between us i keep waiting on a change of scene i keep waiting for something to bring us back to what we had back to where we were back before the sad back to the happy we both deserve my faith wavers cause who’s gonna save us? i keep waiting on judgement day i get on my knees and pray that we go it’s never gonna be perfect but forever was not a mistake so if we both think it’s worth it what’s it gonna take to go…
you're crazy, you're lazy
that's not a good match there are holes the size of lies you're trying to patch by try, i mean deny (never do it, never do it, do you) and by try, i mean ignore and by try, i mean get by and by try, i mean you stopped fighting for you should just give up you should just give in you should just cut the cord if you can't find the end if you're playing a game that you're not trying to win you should just give up and give in you're hollow, you wallow in pits of despair there's pools filled with sorrow you're trying to repair by try, i mean deny (never do it, never do it, do you) and by try, i mean ignore and by try, i mean get by and by try, i mean you stopped fighting for Verse: C#m G#m F#m Chorus: C#m B // A it’s like a swell before a chorus it’s like a wave before it breaks yeah i’ve been waiting for you i’ve been waiting for us i’ve been waiting so long, i don’t know how much i can take when will you come home i’ve been waiting patiently when will you come back home i got something for you and that something is me it’s like a trumpet blast in a paul simon tune like a lighter shade of brown on a Sunday afternoon i’ve been waiting for you, i hope i can see you soon this house is so empty, so is my room Verse: root C F E C Chorus: root Am B C (end on G) my mom, my dad made sure i had the things they never did they worked so hard, they just ignored everything but their kid years went by, i never noticed years went by, i couldn’t see the only thing holding them together was me in the house of leaves in the house of leaves my dad, my mom they tried so long to make it seem okay when something hurts, it just won’t work, it’s hard to live that way years went by, they finally noticed years went by, they finally caught on the only thing holding them together was gone in the house of leaves in the house of someone always leaves you’re being a bee, you’re buzzing around
trying to stick your stinger in the lost and found but i just keep sticking to swatting you down cause i hate your sting more than i like your honey you’re seeing the sea down to the ocean floor blowing through it like an open door i never saw the sea before i think it’s dull and not that stunning maybe if it was a bigger deal to me then i could see what everybody sees maybe if i ever got that feeling i’d have better things to do than just lay here staring at the ceiling i’m playing a part, there’s a role i carry i’m trying to be the virgin mary but no one wants to sleep with her it’s too scary she said “come on joseph, the whole world needs us” and i wonder about joseph’s mindset did he ever look to his wife with regret and say “god damn, mary, my needs aren’t met? my life would be better if it weren’t for jesus” maybe if it was a bigger deal to me then i could see what everybody sees maybe if i ever put down my bible i’d be better prepared for a bedroom revival lay me down, straighten me out, i want to shout hallelujah |
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