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Let's Talk About Feelings Lyrics
AFTER YOU MY FRIEND
GUN IN
YOUR HAND
You jump in front of the bullet. The family put you to it. You might survive the
first thousand shots back to the end of the line. You hold the will to survive
them Answer to those you have failed, time to clean your room and show you are
able to stop Beating yourself down, you've arrived. A wealth of resect, a world
of a regard You've always belonged you have to go on. I just want you to feel
the gun in your hand. You used to hold aspiration, you couldn't see the
limitations, even in your youth you were unsurpassed but driven by grief and it
couldn't last Sometimes promise, sometimes goodbye. Confessed to all through
bloodshot eyes I just want you to feel the gun in your hand It only breaks you
until you get off, I'm not gonna watch you kill yourself to live Its all so
average until you get off.
LEAVE
THE LIGHT ON
So please leave the light on after you've gone, leave the pictures in their
aging frames up where they belong. Leave the bed sheets unclean and they will
reek of you still cover me in resolve. So please leave the imagery, I can twist
it. Dissociation and obsession Superstition and pain, I can carry them on too
and bury you once again If I could bring this memory to life, I'd apologize, I
live to hear you say what they can't I would make amends They'd all love to have
you back but I'd give anything to bring you back to say goodbye.
CHANGE
DESPAIR
everything that i've done here into one in keeping with... some earned
conviction, some stagnation, some change despair done, i know this is wrong safe
in that stance but incomplete leave it behind, i know that this time i get in
for free our latest rendition lame reincarnate, return the same still the best
times are here now. now that i'm bored, now that i'm numb disappointment and
odds in a costume you can't take off i leave it behind i know that this time i
get out for free some of it's habitual sometimes the change is not enough and in
the lost empathy memories of better days
TRAIN
my inspiration note the sympathy they've taken everything you own and they left
you there alone me setting sun, self appointed i am a fraud you are the martyr
it's decided and i owe you several worlds i can tell you... rat in the sewer.
scraps they left behind once their visionary, and they all have robbed you blind
your broken records playing for none fabricate song amputated creative tongue
you sing on and on and on I can tell you why i'm bringing you down calling you
out. taking your shield it's easier now years have been kind distance between
has giving hind sight i jumped a train your tragedy so easy to read is bitter
envy they're reaping all the lowly benefits you missed the train they stole and
you've never... i'm burning you down calling you out. taking your shield it's
easier now years have been kind distance between given hind site i'm on a train
HURRY UP
AND WAIT
It's....time to get up and stress out we're driving to another town we're never
going to make sound check so i can't even take a shit no showers, shaving or
coffee I can't fuckin' brush my teeth "C'mon we're already late man,lets
go" Hurry up and wait wait Hurry up and wait
EVERYTHING
TURNS GREY
things don't seem to be as easy as they used to be it's getting harder everyday
to think of better things to say about what's going on around you and what's
happening inside you when it's time to change you won't know how it won't matter
years from now no matter what you think or do or say everything turns grey this
is it, the darkest hour isn't it depressing how our minds create an atmosphere
that won't happen here unless we make some new demands to grasp the future in
our hands you know i wish i could but it's too late for senseless minds that
love to hate no matter what they think or do or say everything turns grey
LOVE
STORY
maybe it's not funny but it's true no one here's surprised but you embellish it,
the truth is you're a slave addicted to it's escalating and your love story's
bad drama makes you livid and the nervous always laugh i'm fresh out of advice
and sick of standing in this harms way interstate in debate an impasse driving
out the hope and gas arriving at the same mute conclusion this destination
failure this is going, going nowhere slow drama is exhausting and i'd rather be
alone i want better friends i'm sick of giving in to harms way and so are they
sick of being around some- thing that's destined to fail and the sum of its
parts can not see they make me hate life, hate friends, hate being there i know
that it's not funny but it's true no one gives a shit but you maybe i'll just
swallow all these thoughts maybe someday you'll stop
MESSENGERS
late i could stay up late in and out of bed cleaning up the mess trying to be
honest so know i am on it this is the last time i speak of it the loyalties here
have been broken mine isn't dead no one is true nothing is sacred when
everyone's talkin and nobody's listenin when we confide in all those friends
they're desperate to trust one thing is true: you've thrown them out of into
blue skies turning to gray if that's what you choose my friend, there's nothing
i can say one thing that's free i confide in you with some truth late i could
stay up late in and out of bed cleaning up the mess inside my head
THE
KIDS ARE ALL WRONG
def, watching cars and focus on one 'till it's gone heroes die off every day
like father who would never stay the kids are all wrong (repeat) they're full of
their hopeless opinion the kids are all wrong, the kids are all wrong that's all
i ever really learned
MAY 16
no more waiting on them as you rise inside new rooms it's official you've gone
you can live for no one else man the guilt must be huge as there's no gain in
failure you succeed at being mine yeah, old friend, see you there i will be
proud a picture in a moment of memories and there aren't many left i am
extradited uninvited it's just another saturday take a step to freedom you and
her loathing this cruel world take a breath of shelter and exhale trust and
allegiance liberate yourself from hell it's just another saturday
OWEN
MEANEY
uncertainty a foundation built on nothing i could see secure in your immaculate
perception the last resort i though i'd ever exercise now, all that i have to
stand on grieving from a different point of view i learn it's meaning from you
in life and death and continue ... but faith is just a silent tribute mine is
just desperate act give him back i owe him throw me a line, i'll suspend my
disbelief and concede following your lead faithfully led into this concession
with hope and doubt a seemingly futile gesture my faith is just a silent tribute
this is just a desperate act holding on it's just this desperation that takes me
home
