| This isn’t good morning, this is gracious bad news.
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| I was calling to scar you with what I’m ‘bout to do.
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| 'Cause you burned your sorrows and I burned mine too,
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| but you kept the ashes and now they’re keeping you.
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| What’s it like to be honest, honestly happy,
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| and say all the things that you know that you’re thinking?
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| What’s it like to be honest, honestly happy,
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| and say all the things that you know that you’re thinking?
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| I don’t need anyone or anything.
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| Between you and me is a distance that I bridge with sleep, so.
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| I’m cutting clearly and straight to your room,
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| Crawl in your bed to that windowless view.
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| ‘Cause these blankets and sheets will bury me
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| if I let myself go to your fathers beliefs.
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| «You will always be the boy who stumbled in too soon,» she said.
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| «You will always be the boy that stumbled in too soon,» she said.
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| What’s it like to be honest, honestly happy,
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| and say all the things that you know that you’re thinking?
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| What’s it like to be honest, honestly happy?
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| I don’t need anyone or anything.
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| Between you and me is a distance that I bridge with sleep, so.
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| (Between you and me)
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| I want it so badly but I had to break
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| that promise I made for your front porch that day.
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| (Between you and me)
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| I spent last night talking secrets and graves,
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| the place that my promise has now wormed its way.
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| And your parents were on your front lawn screaming.
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| I’m the kid that’s keeping you lost and I could never be what you want.
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| I could never, I could never.
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| And your parents were on your front lawn screaming.
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| I’m the kid that’s keeping you lost and I could never be what you want.
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| I could never, I could never.
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| And your parents were on your front lawn screaming.
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| I’m the kid that’s keeping you lost and I could never be what you want.
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| I could never, I could never. |