1. |
dear god
02:52
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Dear God, it’s me
Haven’t spoken in weeks
And it’s kinda, sorta all my fault
Falling apart when I should fall on my knees
I don’t know what it is, but something’s off
I probably don’t deserve
To whisper in Your ear
My heart is cashing checks
That my brain will never clear
My body’s shutting down
Blood and water on the spear
Oh, dear God
I need Your help down here
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Dear God, it’s them
Pissed at everyone else, yeah
And some of them are dumb as fuck
(Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
But fear’s a bitch when it’s kissing your lips
And telling you that they’re way too hard to love
We really missed the x on the map
Now, we’re lost, yeah
No wonder there’s a bus stop
At the foot of the cross
We always crash the car
Whenever we try to steer
Oh, dear God
We need Your help down here
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
(Yeah)
I don’t really understand
Why You’d ever lend a hand
We’re all so messed up
It’s just sad
But You do
You do
Yeah, you do, mmm
Dear God, it must
Really probably suck
That nobody ever asks how You’ve been
Why don’t You just send another flood
To wrap it up and start all over again
I guess You still got a few more things to do
Like putting back the apple
Until everything is new
It’s nice to have a friend
That’s never not near
Oh, dear God
(Oh, dear God)
Oh, dear God
(Oh, dear God)
Oh, dear God
I’m pretty glad You’re here
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2. |
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Two, three
For taking all your money
At a Friday poker night
For telling stupid jokes
That no one else would ever like
For staying up til who knows when
No, God’s not even sure
I guess that’s what a good friend’s for
For calling you an asshole
When you’re probably being one
For putting back the bottle
When you’ve probably had too much
For helping you up to your bed
Then cleaning up your floor
I guess that’s what a good friend’s for
For checking in three times a day
When you’ve been having thoughts
For ugly crying with you
When you learn the baby’s lost
For not treating your brokenness
Like just another chore
I guess that’s what a good friend’s for
Oh
People come and people go
And life goes on
Oh
Maybe some are meant to stick around
When the rest are gone
I think it’s kinda funny
And, well, really it’s just sad
We think we’re better off
Without someone who’s got our back
But you can’t really know yourself
Til someone knows you more
I guess that’s what a good friend’s for
Mm-mm
I guess that’s what a good friend’s for
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3. |
folding your clothes
02:33
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I’m up doing laundry
Watching TV again
While you’re sleeping upstairs
With the pillow I can’t stand
Are we just independent
And had different plans
Or are we pulling apart
Like dollar store threads, yeah
Sometimes the fabric tears and it fades
And the wrinkles won’t iron away
But I remember that I love you most
When I’m folding your clothes
I’ve got pictures you sent me
Saved on my phone
For when we’re not in sync
And I wanna feel like you’re close
No, I know, I know, I know
That you just need some time alone
But I miss you
And I really think you’re beautiful
Sometimes the fabric tears and it fades
And the wrinkles won’t iron away
But I remember that I love you most
One by one by one by one
I’ll put away the mess we’ve made
What is love except what’s done
When the feelings wash away
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4. |
being broken
02:51
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Driving fast through our hometown
‘Cause the past doesn’t slow down
At the red lights
I’m not alright, yeah
Feel it like a knife in my chest
At least it’s not just in my head
Tonight
How can I
Put all the pieces back together
Of the full person I was before
This had to shatter me forever
Now, I’m scattered on the floor
Yeah, you can say I’m dramatic
That I’m just way clingy like static
That I’m too soft like some satin
But the memories left me empty handed
I was hoping
Something out there could make me whole and
Finally fix my heart and hold it
‘Cause I’m so tired of being broken
Maybe my world is ending
So, why can’t I stop remembering
This place
Is it too late
How many more fights do I gotta lose
How many more tries til it’s no use
How many more nights til I feel okay
Feels like infinity
Yeah, you can say I’m dramatic
That I’m just way clingy like static
That I’m too soft like some satin
But the memories left me empty handed
I was hoping
Something out there could make me whole and
Finally fix my heart and hold it
‘Cause I’m so tired of being broken
Being broken
Putting the pieces back together
Of the full person I was before
This had to shatter me forever
Now, I’m scattered on the floor
Yeah, you can say I’m dramatic
That I’m just way clingy like static
That I’m too soft like some satin
But the memories left me empty handed
I was hoping
Something out there could make me whole and
Finally fix my heart and hold it
‘Cause I’m so tired of being broken
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5. |
dashboard (loved by you)
03:13
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I’m laying here, 12:31
Listening to you sing Dashboard songs
Under your breath
Watching you watching
New Girl in bed
Wonder what you’re wondering
In your head
Because mine is a mess
Am I who I should be
When I’m with you
It’s pretty clear to see
I used to want it all
To fill my empty soul
But now my only hope
Is to be loved by you
I used to wanna be
Something more than nobody
But now all that I need
Is to be loved by you
I felt your body crash into mine
When you got the call
That your dad died
A new kind of weight
The next day, I drove you to get surgery
Can’t have more kids
But you can have me
I promise I’ll stay, yeah
I used to want it all
To fill my empty soul
But now my only hope
Is to be loved by you
I used to wanna be
Something more than nobody
But now all that I need
Is to be loved by you
To be loved by, loved by you
Oh
I thought I needed everything
To feel complete
And I was right
You’re everything to me
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6. |
look at you now
02:43
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I love watching you draw
Another picture for the fridge
Or your bedroom wall
I hate stepping on all
The little Legos left on the floor
But it’d be weird if they were gone
Every night when you’re sleeping
I’m just thinking about the ways
That I let you down
I hope one day you’ll look back and see
The way I look at you now
Look at you now
Always making me laugh
A silly bathroom joke
And a confidence I never had
Hard to keep you on track
But it keeps me holding tight
Onto your hand
And I’m okay with that
Every night when you’re sleeping
With the blankets on your head
And your feet the wrong way around
I hope one day you’ll look back and see
The way I look at you now
Look at you now
When the morning comes
And it’s too hard to blink
Rub the dust out of my eyes
So I can watch you become who you’ll be
Every night when you’re sleeping
I remember how quiet it’ll be someday
In this old house
I hope then that you’ll look back and see
The way I look at you now
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