Song Description
The ugly end of a serious relationship.
| Song Length |
3:14 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock, Rock - Indie/Low-Fi |
| Tempo |
Tempo Undefined |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Poignant, Diplomatic |
Subject |
Dysfunctional Relations, Failure |
| Similar Artists |
The Beatles, |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Hours of quiet
Follow a riot
I'm going back to bed
Starting Monday
I'll be somebody
Force myself to change
But that's subject to change
Turn bystanders
Nothing to see here
Go back to your dens
Eight to Ten spent
Books on self improvement
Cradle sips of gin
And ask where to begin
And you're not kidding
Sly and dying
Your truth's in lying
Just say what your thinking
You've got a long fuse
You like to cut loose
You brought the fight to me
Something's wrong here
Ah, somethings wrong here
Mom, your Son's in trouble
Can't comprehend
The words I'm hearing
Come out of my own voice
But now I dont have a choice
I must live with it
I know a lawyer
Who's got it all and more
And still he helped me out
He saw me hurt
As did the rhythm
They witnessed my account
That I'm a painter
And you're a pilot
Thats what I figured out
But I couldn't draw and
You couldn't fly
Yet, we tried to make us proud.
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