Friday, March 14, 2014

Passenger Speaks for Me

With regret, I'm willing to bet, and say the older you get
It gets harder to forgive and harder to forget.
It gets under your shirt like a dagger at work
The first cut is the deepest, but the rest still flippin' hurt
You build your heart of plastic, get cynical and sarcastic
And end up in the corner on your own.
So what's the point in getting your hopes up
When all you're ever getting is choked up?
Ever the chase to taste the kiss of bliss
That made your heart tingle
How much greener the grass is
With those rose tinted glasses
But the butterflies, they flutter by
And leave us on our asses.
'Cause I love to feel love but I can't stand the rejection
I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection
I thought I was close, but under further inspection
It seems I've been running in the wrong direction.
There's fish in the sea for me to make a selection
I'd jump in if it wasn't for my ear infection
'Cause all I want to do is try to make a connection
But it seems I've been running in the wrong direction.



Well I would swim but the river is so wide
And I'm scared I won't make it to the other side
Well God knows I've failed but He knows that I've tried.
I long for something that's safe and warm
But all I have is all that is gone
I'm as helpless and as hopeless as a feather on the Clyde.


 Cuz she left a hole in my heart
A hole in a promise
A hole on the side of my bed
Oh but now that she's gone
Well life carries on
And I miss her like a hole in the head.
Well sometimes you can't change
And you can't choose
And sometimes it seems you gain
Less than you lose.
Now we've got holes in our hearts
Yeah, we've get holes in our lives
Well we've got holes
We've got holes
But we carry on


Well, I've got no-one's word and nobody's promise,
Not a lot to show but this book full of sonnets.
My liver may be fucked, but my heart is honest,
And my word is true like the sky is blue.
Well, if you can't get what you love,
You learn to love the things you've got.
If you can't be what you want,
You learn to be the things you're not.
If you can't get what you need,
You learn to need the things that stop you dreaming.


Got a Polaroid picture in my wallet
I'm not gonna tear it, no, I'm not gonna spoil it
It's an unspoken heartbreak
A heartbroken handshake
I take with me where I go
Three words on the tip of my tongue
Not to be spoke nor sung
Or whispered to anyone
Till I scream 'em at the top of my lungs again
And though the sand may be washed by the sea
And the old will be lost in the new
Well four will not wait for three
For three never waited for two
And though you will not wait for me
I'll wait for you


Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you'll make a dream last
But dreams come slow and they go so fast
You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you'll understand why
Everything you touch surely dies.
Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same old empty feeling in your heart
'Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast
Well you see her when you fall asleep
But never to touch and never to keep
'Cause you loved her too much and you dive too deep.
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go


Don't you cry for the lost
Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what you're given
Life's for the living so live it
Or you're better of dead



(**disclaimer: I copied and pasted all lyrics; none of these words are mine.  I did change the pronouns in one song because I didn't like the gender.**)

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