1. |
Finding The Words
04:29
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There's only so much you can say before you take my breath away.
And there's nothing I can do once you enter the room.
But I'm trying to find the words.
I'm choking up.
I can't keep my hands to myself when you're around.
I can't keep my thoughts to myself.
They're coming out.
I won't forget.
The city seems to sleep so much more than me.
I'm restless, I'm a wreck,
I'm alone and I regret the day I let you go for good.
But I'm trying to find the words.
I'm choking up.
I can't keep my hands to myself when you're around.
I can't keep my thoughts to myself.
They're coming out.
Could you forget me?
When you up and leave.
The distance doesn't mean a thing to me.
And I know, you won't admit a thing.
I can't keep my hands to myself when you're around.
I can't keep my thoughts to myself.
They're coming out.
You can forget me, but I won't forget.
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2. |
Laughing All Along
02:49
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Subtlety has never been a friend of mine.
So when I say what's on my mind,
Don't act so surprised.
Honesty has always turned its back to me.
Forgive me and my lack of sincerity;
This one's on me.
So say I'm listening, and we'll pretend you've got something to say.
Got this all figured out.
It turns out the joke really is on me.
This one's on me.
Face to face we meet again my friend.
It seems to be I am my own worst enemy.
Staring in to my own eyes I see, what I want, what I'll never be.
So say I'm listening, and we'll pretend you've got something to say.
Got this all figured out.
It turns out the joke really is on me.
This one's on me.
And now I'm listening, and we both know you've got nothing to say.
Got this all figured out.
It turns out I've been the one laughing all along.
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3. |
Chances
04:09
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Every chance I get to turn this around,
Take a look at myself and wonder how
These thoughts I possess all came to be.
If I'm so self aware, why can't I see?
This path that I follow led me astray.
Tongue tucked against my cheek,
I've got something to say.
Now I'm falling in love and I'm so afraid
Of making the same goddamn mistakes.
But I can't stop these words from spilling out the corners of my mouth.
I'm so fucking sick of all the pseudo-subtlety.
If you've got something to say, then just spit it out.
Save your breath while I waste mine.
Cause I'm just a kid with too much to say.
I take what I get and I get carried away.
I don't live in the past cause I'm so ashamed;
I'm running away from all my mistake.
But I can't stop my fears from coming out.
They shower me with doubt.
I'm so fucking sick of all my insecurities.
They got my best, you can have the rest of me.
Save your breath while I waste mine.
My conscience is as close to clean as it could ever be.
Can you hear me? I've got a secret.
This one's worth keeping.
Baby don't tell me that you're running away.
I know I've got some problems but I'm doing my best to get them.
We both know a second chance is more than you can afford.
And more than I deserve.
But baby please I'm begging, my heart's been getting heavy.
I rarely sleep, you're a dam and I'm a levee letting water pass.
Send me back, send me back,
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4. |
No Crying In Baseball
03:26
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Let's keep pretending, your smile so beautiful
No one will ever see through this veneer.
I don't want to be a cautionary tale,
Told to the next man who's worth your while.
Maybe that's all I'll ever be.
I still remember the nights spent in Saugerties.
I'll bet you did your best to just forget.
But I hope you thought of me
When the Mets made the World Series.
Did you forget so easily?
The way I kept you company.
And you've been on your best behavior
To get in God's good graces.
Now you're looking for a savior
In a sea of a million faces.
Remember me?
Let's keep pretending, your smile so beautiful
No one will ever see through this veneer.
I'll say something out of line, and I'll apologize.
Promise tomorrow you'll still be here.
I'll bend over backwards until my back breaks.
I'm waking up slowly, you were a daydream
I finally see it now that I'm awake.
But I hope you thought of me
When the Mets made the World Series.
Did you forget so easily?
The way I kept you company.
And you've been on your best behavior
To get in God's good graces.
Now you're looking for a savior
In a sea of a million faces.
Remember me?
Remember me.
But I hope you thought of me, when the Mets made the World Series.
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5. |
11.29.10
04:14
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Twelve of those closest to you, wait outside the room.
Twelve of those closest to you, aware of impending doom.
Prayers are in the air, but once they leave their lips they don't go any...
Eyes aren't dry except for mine. I can't bring myself to cry.
So I'll hold your hand, hope you'd understand.
Twelve of those closest to you, only one doesn't know what to do.
Everything feels the same.
But everything has changed, right in front of my face.
Last night I went to your grave.
All I found was a body decayed.
Nothing but rotted flesh stuck to lifeless bone.
You swore, you swore, that you'd come home.
Everything feels the same.
But everything has changed, right in front of my face.
As if I could forget the promise you never kept;
The one you made to me from your hospital bed.
Talked to myself as you slept, knowing what's coming next.
Knowing you couldn't hear a word that I said.
Everything feels the same.
But everything has changed, right in front of my face.
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