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I know it sounds Cliche but I wrote another Letter today,
I dont think this ones going out.
The thoughts and feelings I once had, you set me up and watched me fall bad. Funny how it all got turned around.
But you once expressed a notion that tore through me like stones in Oceans, little weights that cant help but get pushed around.
And i never had it that had, but i wear my heart on my sleeve so far, that i can help but let it get me down. It gets me down.
I'm great at being a Cynic and I've got no apologies to give I already know im going to hell.
They have no time to consolidate anyone who lacks that guile to just go help themselves when life reads:
Work hard and then you get paid, meet your friends oh and they will say "You're getting way too big for this old town".
And i never had it that had, but i wear my heart on my sleeve so far, that i can help but let it get me down. It gets me down.
We always get messed up. Cant have a plan for every day. As long as you're still standing they wont put you in that grave.
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Margate Station
02:13
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When the news came through, I'd just been screaming out my lung to Cru. There wasn't much left in me for you to take away.
Maybe if I hadn't asked a loaded question, leading you to tell me all those things that I expected to be true, then there would have been more. But as It stood, It was hardly a surprise. And you misread my sincerity as sarcasm, which i guess it kind of was at the time.
I can't say I know what's happened, but then I never do. These things just kind of come out at me, right out of the woods and though I'm sad I know I'll make it on Alone.
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Fante's Dollar Ring
02:53
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I know it stupid how I got down on one Knee, clutching hopes under my fingers folded up into a Origami Ring. I played the stage, because I know you love the Prose. If cynicism is what fuels me then its you that makes me write these notes down.
I know its Cliché, but in no way easy to get these words down in a way that doesn't freak you out. See I'm no Bandini, not into thievery; I cant steal you precious gemstones or your footprint from the snow and drink it down.
I guess ive got a decision to make on how to play this game. I guess ive got reservations to lay about how much has changed in you and changed in me. When you took my hand and said "no matter what, baby im the one to watch". In my heart there was a kind of fighting that wouldn't let me sleep.
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