Lyric-a-Day.fm • Page 15

Now there's meaning in the saddest songs
All I do is cry and sing along
Drinking alone in my party dress
Would you come back if I looked my best?

 

The things they see in me, I cannot see myself.
When you get bored of me, I'll be back on the shelf.
And when the ocean rises up above the ground,
Baby, I'll drown in California.
You only like me when you think I'm looking sad.

 

Who gave who the message?
Who gave who the hands of time?
Who gave who the job to take the reason and the rhyme?
Like another Holden Caulfield, I'm a Catcher in the Rye
Who told who to take the dreams out back to die?

 

never good time never feel the space to get it right
get right

 

Everyone is leaving
And I cannot complain

 

Is this lack of sign
God’s way of telling me,
“There truly is no sign,”
and that nothing is really mine

 

And every time I tried to be what they wanted from me
It never came naturally
So I ended up in misery, wasn't able to see
All the good around me
I wasted so much energy on what they thought of me
Instead of simply just remembering to breathe

I'm human, I'm not able to please
Everyone at the same time, so now I find
My peace of mind living one day at a time

 

So we're covered up in fiction
Chasing something true
But darling damn the luck
And damn the consequences too
I could bury all the memories
I could patch up all the holes
But I'd still feel you fingers on my soul

 

strings fray like my good days
tied around my finger i felt so afraid
i had my mind on her or on my own
and when i
looked back up everybody else was gone
so
i resolve to make new friends
someone tell me to quit my head
and help me forget it

 

Babe, I know this life will make you cold and leave you mad
Make you homesick for a home you never had
Burning out the good with all the bad

 

I remember breezes
From winds inside your body
Keep me high,
Like I told you,
I'll sing to them this story
and know why.

 

I hate the way I feel
but I don't think I can change.
I just breathe through each day.

 

I can't give up that quick
My life is a candle and a wick
You can put it out but you can't break it down
In the end we are waiting to be lit

 

It doesn't have to hurt anymore

 

She sways over to me
Pointing overboard
But I can't see nothing

She sways over to me
She's still going on
But I can't hear anything

 

The sun comes up too early
Ain't that the way it seems?
I left the curtains open
Curtains closing on my dreams
My baby's eyes are empty
It's like nobody's home
I'm not afraid of empty
I'm afraid of all alone

 

Come now, elusive sign.
Open up their eyes to see,
So many of us, are just the same as you.
Have we all hid, have we all hid ourselves from friends?
So much else to give.
This is her, and that is him.
Close your eyes, imagine they are holding you.
Will you ever find, will you ever find the words again?

 

Cause all of the gunslingers, they've got rings on their fingers

 

Everybody's got their problems
Everybody says the same things to you
It's just a matter how you solve them
And knowing how to change the things you've been through

Sum 41 really relating to me in 2016 is kind of embarrassing

 

Calling to say hi on your break
In less than twenty words you made
My whole damn day and
Oh I just love you Oh I just love you

 

Everything same as it's always been only more so
Of course so same token, while there's life there is truth
While there's truth it demands to be spoken
And someone's gonna speak it
It's really 
not a secret
You just need to search it
You just need 
to seek it

 

We drink and we dry up and now we crumble into dust
We get wet and we corrode and now we're covered up in rust

 

War all of the time
In the shadow of the New York skyline
We grew up too fast, falling apart
Like the ashes of American flags
The pieces fall it’s like a last day parade
And the fires in our streets start to rage
So wave to those people who long to wave back
From the fabric of a flag that sang "love all of the time"

 

Listen to the mandolin rain.
Listen to the music on the lake.
Listen to my heart break,
every time that she runs away.

Listen to the banjo wind,
A sad song drifting low.
Listen to the tears roll,
Down my face as she turns to go

 

The ones who love us best are the ones we'll lay to rest
And visit their graves on holidays at best
The ones who love us least are the ones we'll die to please
If it's any consolation, I don't begin to understand them