you thought you had it made,
like the songs would write themselves.
but your words ran out of ink,
and your fingers lost the chords
now you lay around so bored.
and you hit the bar at 2:00,
and you waste your time on girls-
they know they're getting used.
they love the pain that you create
the drunken fights you fabricate-
cause they've been hurt too...worse than you.
you told yourself it's not your fault-
you told them not to get involved.
some bullshit excuse to escape unbruised.
but they move on, while you're stuck
hating your self-deprication-your self-
centered songs. the space you've created
between your words and your actions.
these loveless liasons have left you alone-
all you've gained is a loss.
you wish, and you wish, and you wish
you could regain a love you
never even had to begin with.
you wished and prayed and tried to stay
in love-or at least in your lover's
good graces..just to keep it going.
cause when they leave the drinks get
stronger...and much, much more frequent
for the sloppy, drunk boys. they hide in their
basements where the songs write themselves.
yeah, it used to be easy before we
got lazy and drank with the girls.
"no, i know it's not your fault.
no, you said not to get involved."
whatever makes you happy. whatever
you need to believe in all thhose
self-inflicted tragedies.
you scribble them down on that miserable sound,
i guess this is the good life.
your self-deprication has made
its translation-these lyrics
are done.
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you thought you had it made,
like the songs would write themselves.
but your words ran out of ink,
and your fingers lost the chords
now you lay around so bored.
and you hit the bar at 2:00,
and you waste your time on girls-
they know they're getting used.
they love the pain that you create
the drunken fights you fabricate-
cause they've been hurt too...worse than you.
you told yourself it's not your fault-
you told them not to get involved.
some bullshit excuse to escape unbruised.
but they move on, while you're stuck
hating your self-deprication-your self-
centered songs. the space you've created
between your words and your actions.
these loveless liasons have left you alone-
all you've gained is a loss.
you wish, and you wish, and you wish
you could regain a love you
never even had to begin with.
you wished and prayed and tried to stay
in love-or at least in your lover's
good graces..just to keep it going.
cause when they leave the drinks get
stronger...and much, much more frequent
for the sloppy, drunk boys. they hide in their
basements where the songs write themselves.
yeah, it used to be easy before we
got lazy and drank with the girls.
"no, i know it's not your fault.
no, you said not to get involved."
whatever makes you happy. whatever
you need to believe in all thhose
self-inflicted tragedies.
you scribble them down on that miserable sound,
i guess this is the good life.
your self-deprication has made
its translation-these lyrics
are done.
like the songs would write themselves.
but your words ran out of ink,
and your fingers lost the chords
now you lay around so bored.
and you hit the bar at 2:00,
and you waste your time on girls-
they know they're getting used.
they love the pain that you create
the drunken fights you fabricate-
cause they've been hurt too...worse than you.
you told yourself it's not your fault-
you told them not to get involved.
some bullshit excuse to escape unbruised.
but they move on, while you're stuck
hating your self-deprication-your self-
centered songs. the space you've created
between your words and your actions.
these loveless liasons have left you alone-
all you've gained is a loss.
you wish, and you wish, and you wish
you could regain a love you
never even had to begin with.
you wished and prayed and tried to stay
in love-or at least in your lover's
good graces..just to keep it going.
cause when they leave the drinks get
stronger...and much, much more frequent
for the sloppy, drunk boys. they hide in their
basements where the songs write themselves.
yeah, it used to be easy before we
got lazy and drank with the girls.
"no, i know it's not your fault.
no, you said not to get involved."
whatever makes you happy. whatever
you need to believe in all thhose
self-inflicted tragedies.
you scribble them down on that miserable sound,
i guess this is the good life.
your self-deprication has made
its translation-these lyrics
are done.