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Seconds come and seconds leave
There's nothing hiding up my sleve
My head's reflection in a spoon
The seconds try and leave too soon
There's white noise pouring through my thoughts
I wish I'd gone and packed my bags
My cardboard box is upside down
I've created a world to wear a crown
The drawers won't open
My fingers are raw
The handles are broken
And there's nothing more
I've scribbled down what I can't understand
I'm sailing around refusing to land
I've been rung more times than I choose to believe
I've been hurt more times than I'll ever grieve
I miss making daisychains in the park on Fridays
My nose has swelled up over my eyes
I'm smelling things before I see them
I picture things and I want to be them
I enjoy hearing about myself
My reason to live is on a shelf
I think I'm gaining a twinkling eye
I think I'm loosing the will to die
I'm the smartest kid you'll ever kiss
I'm the softest target you'll ever miss
I'm the sharpest dagger in your chest
I'm the competition you're sure to best
I'm a world that you choose not to find
I'm the clock that needs to wind
I'm the pause between the songs
The tense break where you expect some more
I'm the second before you see
I'm not all you want in me
I dreamt that I was good for you
I wished that I could hold you too
But I don't want to take your hand
Beat down the curtains through this land
I don't play no violins
I'm not the case of broken sins
I wish I could I'm sure I would
If I would I'm sure I could
But I'm afraid my grasp will slip
I won't catch you if you trip
To fail a love I cannot catch
Is more pain than I could match
I murmur in place of a whispered spoke
I speak too low when you expect a choke
I barely survive the words that you make
And I've lost for all I could ever sake
And what if I've really worn the inside out?
What if I'm loosing all my filled in grout?
I think I'd rather die in your arms
And I think I'd rather travel the world
And I think I'd rather end this charade
And just go lay the table.
There's nothing hiding up my sleve
My head's reflection in a spoon
The seconds try and leave too soon
There's white noise pouring through my thoughts
I wish I'd gone and packed my bags
My cardboard box is upside down
I've created a world to wear a crown
The drawers won't open
My fingers are raw
The handles are broken
And there's nothing more
I've scribbled down what I can't understand
I'm sailing around refusing to land
I've been rung more times than I choose to believe
I've been hurt more times than I'll ever grieve
I miss making daisychains in the park on Fridays
My nose has swelled up over my eyes
I'm smelling things before I see them
I picture things and I want to be them
I enjoy hearing about myself
My reason to live is on a shelf
I think I'm gaining a twinkling eye
I think I'm loosing the will to die
I'm the smartest kid you'll ever kiss
I'm the softest target you'll ever miss
I'm the sharpest dagger in your chest
I'm the competition you're sure to best
I'm a world that you choose not to find
I'm the clock that needs to wind
I'm the pause between the songs
The tense break where you expect some more
I'm the second before you see
I'm not all you want in me
I dreamt that I was good for you
I wished that I could hold you too
But I don't want to take your hand
Beat down the curtains through this land
I don't play no violins
I'm not the case of broken sins
I wish I could I'm sure I would
If I would I'm sure I could
But I'm afraid my grasp will slip
I won't catch you if you trip
To fail a love I cannot catch
Is more pain than I could match
I murmur in place of a whispered spoke
I speak too low when you expect a choke
I barely survive the words that you make
And I've lost for all I could ever sake
And what if I've really worn the inside out?
What if I'm loosing all my filled in grout?
I think I'd rather die in your arms
And I think I'd rather travel the world
And I think I'd rather end this charade
And just go lay the table.
> And just go lay the table.
...
...
I tried to write stuff, it sucked badly.
Want to write lyrics in my band Grix, so far it's me and err my guitar.
Want to write lyrics in my band Grix, so far it's me and err my guitar.
*just slowly nods*
Really bloody loved it. Especially
'My cardboard box is upside down
I've created a world to wear a crown
The drawers won't open'
*kisses lines*
Really bloody loved it. Especially
'My cardboard box is upside down
I've created a world to wear a crown
The drawers won't open'
*kisses lines*
Go download some Bright Eyes songs, Conor Oberst is your soul mate:
"It was a foreign hotel bathtub
Where I baptised myself in change
And one by one I drowned all of the people I had been
I emerged to find the parallels were fewer.
I was cleansed.
It was a spectacle, no I-I mean a miracle"
That's from "From a balance Beam". He has an annoying habit of writing incredibly good lyrics and being playing the troubled genius. Oh and he rhymes a lot :-P
"It was a foreign hotel bathtub
Where I baptised myself in change
And one by one I drowned all of the people I had been
I emerged to find the parallels were fewer.
I was cleansed.
It was a spectacle, no I-I mean a miracle"
That's from "From a balance Beam". He has an annoying habit of writing incredibly good lyrics and being playing the troubled genius. Oh and he rhymes a lot :-P
Good except for some lines which were out of place, can't remember the except the daisycain one.
Seconds come and seconds leave
There's nothing hiding up my sleve
My head's reflection in a spoon
The seconds try and leave too soon
There's white noise pouring through my thoughts
I wish I'd gone and packed my bags
My cardboard box is upside down
I've created a world to wear a crown
The drawers won't open
My fingers are raw
The handles are broken
And there's nothing more
I've scribbled down what I can't understand
I'm sailing around refusing to land
I've been rung more times than I choose to believe
I've been hurt more times than I'll ever grieve
I miss making daisychains in the park on Fridays
My nose has swelled up over my eyes
I'm smelling things before I see them
I picture things and I want to be them
I enjoy hearing about myself
My reason to live is on a shelf
I think I'm gaining a twinkling eye
I think I'm loosing the will to die
I'm the smartest kid you'll ever kiss
I'm the softest target you'll ever miss
I'm the sharpest dagger in your chest
I'm the competition you're sure to best
I'm a world that you choose not to find
I'm the clock that needs to wind
I'm the pause between the songs
The tense break where you expect some more
I'm the second before you see
I'm not all you want in me
I dreamt that I was good for you
I wished that I could hold you too
But I don't want to take your hand
Beat down the curtains through this land
I don't play no violins
I'm not the case of broken sins
I wish I could I'm sure I would
If I would I'm sure I could
But I'm afraid my grasp will slip
I won't catch you if you trip
To fail a love I cannot catch
Is more pain than I could match
I murmur in place of a whispered spoke
I speak too low when you expect a choke
I barely survive the words that you make
And I've lost for all I could ever sake
And what if I've really worn the inside out?
What if I'm loosing all my filled in grout?
I think I'd rather die in your arms
And I think I'd rather travel the world
And I think I'd rather end this charade
And just go lay the table.
There's nothing hiding up my sleve
My head's reflection in a spoon
The seconds try and leave too soon
There's white noise pouring through my thoughts
I wish I'd gone and packed my bags
My cardboard box is upside down
I've created a world to wear a crown
The drawers won't open
My fingers are raw
The handles are broken
And there's nothing more
I've scribbled down what I can't understand
I'm sailing around refusing to land
I've been rung more times than I choose to believe
I've been hurt more times than I'll ever grieve
I miss making daisychains in the park on Fridays
My nose has swelled up over my eyes
I'm smelling things before I see them
I picture things and I want to be them
I enjoy hearing about myself
My reason to live is on a shelf
I think I'm gaining a twinkling eye
I think I'm loosing the will to die
I'm the smartest kid you'll ever kiss
I'm the softest target you'll ever miss
I'm the sharpest dagger in your chest
I'm the competition you're sure to best
I'm a world that you choose not to find
I'm the clock that needs to wind
I'm the pause between the songs
The tense break where you expect some more
I'm the second before you see
I'm not all you want in me
I dreamt that I was good for you
I wished that I could hold you too
But I don't want to take your hand
Beat down the curtains through this land
I don't play no violins
I'm not the case of broken sins
I wish I could I'm sure I would
If I would I'm sure I could
But I'm afraid my grasp will slip
I won't catch you if you trip
To fail a love I cannot catch
Is more pain than I could match
I murmur in place of a whispered spoke
I speak too low when you expect a choke
I barely survive the words that you make
And I've lost for all I could ever sake
And what if I've really worn the inside out?
What if I'm loosing all my filled in grout?
I think I'd rather die in your arms
And I think I'd rather travel the world
And I think I'd rather end this charade
And just go lay the table.