Из альбома: Distraction Pieces
This is to anyone out there that's listening.
From everyone that ever let you down and went missing.
Lovers, parents, best friends and siblings,
Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men
This is to anyone out there that's listening.
From everyone that ever let you down and went missing.
Lovers, parents, best friends and siblings,
Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men
I'm sorry I wasn't who you thought I was.
Fuck it, I'm sorry I wasn't who I thought I was.
I said no matter what, I'd always be there.
But I wasn't honest, because I'm not,
And 'cause that ain't how life goes, broken promise
Growing up, I always thought I was one of the good guys.
I thought it was black and white like that.
That I could nurture my good side.
But I've caused hurt and I've stripped pride,
Both from the surface and inside
I wasn't cursed with a dark side, I was just normal.
Average regular, nothing special I'm telling 'ya.
Just being human makes you both god, and the devil's clear replica.
I've had my emotions crushed or maybe crushed a few along the way.
And at the time I meant every single word I would say.
Every word of love, and every word of hate.
Every time I would adore and every time I'd berate.
But time passes, and sometimes those emotions fade.
Making lies of both the threats and the promises made.
But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time?
How can a lie be a lie if you mean it at the time?
A lie can't be a lie if you mean it at the time.
How can a lie be a lie if you mean it?
This is to anyone out there who's listening.
This is to anyone out there that's still breathing.
I bought the Heartbreak Hotel on my own with no investors.
Closed it down and opened the "Fuck you, get over it" Bed & Breakfast.
In loving memory of having loving memories, of combustible emotions, and of having real enemies.
Typically poetically dramatic endings, were once a trademark of mine, patent's pending.
And the mighty high of emotion on parting ways was always grander than the connections of the early days.
When we were fighting, there used to be thunder and lightning.
Ferociously frightening, a clash of the titans, emotions heightened, every single muscle tightened.
An Addiction to the thrill of the fight, the excitement.
Love at first sight always seemed unconsidered, I'd rather love at first fight, and then on to double figures.
An unconditional love, that just means nothing.
In love with the mere idea of loving something.
Always just hunting for that near-life experience.
In fear of missing something vital from your own existence.
All your emotions subconsciously thought out and scripted,
Less about how you're feeling,
More about how you're fucking depicted.
But all of that stops when one day you just decide to stop playing along.
That point in time when the most amazing things in the world
Can just as easily seem - pedestrian.
You've lost both that loving and that loathing feeling.
Turns out, hell does have a bottom then, and heaven a ceiling.
Both love and hate become opaque in time's wake.
A face that once summoned rage now summons nothing.
Whether it's emotions tethered, nerve endings severed,
Or just the outlook you acquire when you're a little more weathered.
Remaining conscious of this all, and in a way feeling above it
Still feels like bad riddance to good rubbish.
But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time?
How can a lie be a lie, if you mean it?