And we thought we'd live forever Until the night when It got way too serious And you showed me your damaged wrists And you broke down and we embraced And nothing at that time meant more to me And if I had only known That it would be the last time We'd be on that level with one another I would have never let you go
I am freaking out in my mind, In a house that isn't mine. My end goal isn't clear, Should not have had that last beer. That guy I kinda hate is here, Should not have had that last… hit of DMT! What happened to that chubby little kid who smiled so much and loved the Beach Boys? What happened is I killed that fucker and I took his name and I got new glasses.
Maybe a great magnet pulls All souls toward the truth Or maybe it is life itself That feeds wisdom to its youth
And nothing's going to change that helpless feeling I get when you say you'll understand and I know you can't
I saw the glass as half full So I felt I could ask for more I was comfortable It spilled over onto the floor I beg to come back to before With the damage done And the damage won
Every kid that's left just kept going And every debt we didn't pay We just keep owing Never visit your daddy's grave But we go by the house He'd be working on a car in the driveway If he was with us now And that porch swing you built for your mama Is all but gone I guess even when you stay right here Sometimes you can't go home
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb In the shape of an "L" on her forehead
So I'm not unsympathetic I see why you left There's no one to know There's nothing to do The city's been dead Since you've been gone
When I'm alone, I'm alone at night I wanna set my father free And I'm alone, I'm alone in flight My mother holds the lock and key Where did I go wrong? I've got a sneaking suspicion it ain't over I won't let you, I won't let them Set me to repeat
I don't know what you wanted I tried to be so perfect I thought that it was worth it To let myself just disappear // What you gave me, I know you gave me You remind me all the time And how you hurt me and you don’t see it Again, I am the child And though you tell me that you love me I can’t feel it and I’m afraid to let you down It’s all or nothing, I fear that something’s wrong I’m tired of walking on eggshells, so terrified to fail And in order to please you I’ve abandoned myself And though it used to hurt me when you pushed me away I’m stronger than ever, you made me this way
And I love this place; the enormous sky, and the faces, hands that I'm haunted by, so why can't I forgive these buildings, these frameworks labeled "Home"?
Hold on to the corners of today, And we'll fold it up to save until it's needed. Stand still. Let me scrub that brackish line that you got When something rose and then receded. Hold On
This drunken body I've left behind And the problems that are no longer mine I resided under your broken feathers For too long scraps of pictures in a box Is what remains of those childhood dreams You'll never know, The person I've become
Some people talk about you Like they know all about you When you get down they doubt you And when you tipping on the scene Yeah they talkin' about it 'Cause they can't tip all on the scene with you What you talk about it Talkin' about it When you get elevated, They love it or they hate it You dance up on them haters Keep getting funky on the scene While they jumpin' round you They trying to take all your dreams But you can't allow it 'Cause baby whether you're high or low Whether you're high or low You gotta tip on the tightrope
We'll fill the blanked out page We'll burn the traces We'll turn the unslept hours to days Old record running down We'll flip it over and sing the songs We've never heard Now Now Now Now
May you endure every indignity Knowing all the while life will go on And when it ends may you have nothing to say Except that it took too long And may I be there somehow Asking "where're all of your friends now?"
Well, I put so much thought into getting ready Now I know that was the best part It's so easy to get caught up in what I'm regretting Forget what I got from a wounded heart
Imagining victory, our alternate history The songs we never wrote, they float above and below me Keepsake tinnitus shrieks me to sleep, each frequency's a memory of some show we attended Fuck your learner's permit Come down to Philly with me, see the Wrens in a rec room.