1. |
Live Comfortably
03:43
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I heard somewhere that money is a gas
But I can't understand why everyone's running so fast
Away from happiness
I just want to live comfortably
As long as there's a roof over my head I will be happy
A run-on sentence to explain how I feel tonight
I'm seated and repeating things I'm grateful for in life
I love my family, my friends and myself
I love my dog, I love the house that I grew up in
But that town can go to hell
And I could go for hours bout' that girl I was in love with
But I wrote a separate song just for her
Oh I wrote a separate song just for her
Oh I wrote a separate song just for her
When did all this start?
When did you begin to think that I wasn't good enough?
I used to see the world in black and white
But then I tasted the rainbow and now I can't sleep at night
No that's not an innuendo, everyone's so sentimental
What happened to when words were just words and we were friends still?
I'm sorry please I meant no offense
I'll go sit in the corner and think of ways I can repent
I've made enough mistakes to forgive other people
I'm still working on myself, you're surely working on yourself too
And if you say we're done, we're done that perfectly fine
Just know that for a while I was willing to try
Just know that for a while I was willing to try
Just know that for a while I was willing to try
Just know that for a while I was willing to try
Just know that for a while I was willing to try
When did all this start?
When did you begin to think that I wasn't good enough?
When did all this start?
When did you begin to think that I wasn't good enough?
When did all this start? (This could be the end of us being friends)
When did you begin to think that I wasn't good enough? (But I think that's a wound I could mend)
When did all this start? (This could be the end of us being friends)
When did you begin to think that I wasn't good enough? (But I think that's a wound I could mend)
When did all this start? (This could be the end of us being friends)
When did you begin to think that I wasn't good enough? (But I think that's a wound I could mend)
When did all this start? (This could be the end of us being friends)
When did you begin to think that I wasn't good enough? (But I think that's a wound I could mend)
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2. |
Gasoline
03:22
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Come lay in these sheets with me
We can douse our troubled thoughts in gasoline
Inhale the flame
Watch our firework display
Come lay in these sheets with me
We can douse our troubled thoughts in gasoline
Verbal boxing
We’re boxing each other with our words
Keep each other
On our toes
But this honesty
Creates uncertainty
Between you and me
In hopes of pure chemistry
Come lay in these sheets with me
We can douse our troubled thoughts in gasoline
Inhale the flame
Watch our firework display
Come lay in these sheets with me
We can douse our troubled thoughts in gasoline
If you’re alone
Would you let me know?
I could walk back
To your home
And piece together
What we own
And in the morning
We’ll help each other find our clothes
Come lay in these sheets with me
We can douse our troubled thoughts in gasoline
Inhale the flame
Watch our firework display
Come lay in these sheets with me
We can douse our troubled thoughts in gasoline
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3. |
10/26/13
05:27
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Shallow water jump right in
I've seen worse things
I've seen worse things
Politicians want to race towards something greater
I'd rather sit here on the couch writing songs
Or maybe you want to believe in me
And I can't leap tall buildings in a single bound
Tomorrow I'll wake up and everything will feel the same
That noone cares about
That you don't care about
Or maybe you want to believe
In super heroes jumping buildings
I'm just an average guy
And I just want average things
A stove in the kitchen
A room just for sittin' and watchin' tv
And I can't leap tall buildings in a single bound
But I can go to sleep knowing
Tomorrow I'll wake up and
Everything will be the same
Look in the mirror and
Punch through the glass
Cut up your hand so that
All the girls will think you're a bad boy
Play music so loud in your headphones
That everyone near you can hear you and fear you
When I see guys like you
I want to shed a tear
Cuz
I'm just an average guy
And I just want average things
A stove in the kitchen
A room just sittin' and watchin' tv
And I can't leap tall buildings in a single bound
But I can go to sleep knowing
Tomorrow I'll wake up and everything will feel the same
This system was made to mess me up
This system was made to interrupt
The things I've got goin' on
The things that I have been working so hard for
And I want to make my friends all happy
I want to be successful in ten years
I want to make my family proud
And I'm tryin' to figure out how
But
I'm just an average guy
And I just want average things
A stove in the kitchen
A room just sittin' and watchin' tv
And I can't leap tall buildings in a single bound
But I can go to sleep knowing
Tomorrow I'll wake up and everything will feel the same
Tomorrow I'll wake up and everything will feel the same
Tomorrow I'll wake up and everything will feel the same
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4. |
Anniversary Song
04:02
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