The Haunting
Good Morning Bedlam
GENRE
We keep repeating the same words
In heightened speech, with cutting verbs
Don’t you know by now, I speak and you will learn
If I don’t hear, your words won’t hurt
Never put up any fight
Except when it’s in my own mind
Like a smothered storm my thoughts they go unknown
Patch the boat, mind the water, make it home
But I drink you in, spit you out
Build you up tear you down
It’s just the back and forth to let you know
Seasons change so things may die then grow
Things must change
Say my name
I’m so scared I’m the one that is to blame
Little Lion let me be
Little liar is it me?
Lying in bed where words like “fine..”
Roll out like steam
But lies will rot the heart and thoughts
And never shield me like I think
But I drink you in, spit you out
Build you up tear you down
Pull you close, and push you out
Someday we’ll learn to shut our mouths
It’s just the back and forth to let you know
Seasons change so things may die then grow
Things must change
Say my name
I’m so scared that I’m the one that is to blame
Over and over and over it goes
With the wine playing tricks and the room spinning slow
I hope that you enjoy the music I chose
The candles I lit, they’re just part of the show
And I’m trying to focus and show you I notice
Your eyes perfectly match the dress that you’ve chosen
I’m standing here frozen--missed out on the moment
Maybe I should just give it up
But it’s the love that keeps the haunting in my bones
The ghost that hunts me daily, and won’t leave me alone
And if you’re saying that you love me--say it slow
And I’ll need you to show me
I need you to show me
I need you to show me
I need you to show me
I need you to show me
I need you to show me
I need you to show me
I need you to show cuz
It’s just the back and forth to let you know
Seasons change so things may die then grow
Things must change
Say my name
Now I know I’m the one that is to blame
Backward Glance
Chorus after chorus I’ve been sucking down these dregs of this
Dark roast coffee of bitterness
If you paid with your own money then you must drink it
Even if you’re full and the flavor is piss
But a porcelain Jesus came and stole all my words
He called it a blessing by lifting off that burden
I’m no prophet who speaks bread from steam
I’m just some judge in this american scheme
I’ve been hearing your voice as I fall asleep
Playing mom and dad in my make-believe
Don’t matter if these things are only in my dreams
For I’d go and make these dreams come true
Because without a backward glance I’d go and make a family out of you
I was born a baby crying in a sterilized room
But I will go quiet in my white washed tomb
Maybe I was crying because I already knew
That I’d lose my infant heart on some quest to find the truth
Oberst mirrors my beating heart and Avett speaks my mind
Thile brings my doubts to light, Jon Foreman gives me signs
And good old Sondre Lerche wrote the song “To Be Surprised”
Little did he know he wrote that song about my life
As a poet I will join them I will do my very best
To only speak the truth when I send it to the press
The thing about my truth is that it’s just a young man’s guess
And the voices in my head are saying just give it a rest
But I’ve been hearing your voice as I fall asleep
Playing mom and dad in my make-believe
Don’t matter if these things are only in my dreams
For i’d go and make these dreams come true
Because without a backward glance I’d go and make a family out of you
In heightened speech, with cutting verbs
Don’t you know by now, I speak and you will learn
If I don’t hear, your words won’t hurt
Never put up any fight
Except when it’s in my own mind
Like a smothered storm my thoughts they go unknown
Patch the boat, mind the water, make it home
But I drink you in, spit you out
Build you up tear you down
It’s just the back and forth to let you know
Seasons change so things may die then grow
Things must change
Say my name
I’m so scared I’m the one that is to blame
Little Lion let me be
Little liar is it me?
Lying in bed where words like “fine..”
Roll out like steam
But lies will rot the heart and thoughts
And never shield me like I think
But I drink you in, spit you out
Build you up tear you down
Pull you close, and push you out
Someday we’ll learn to shut our mouths
It’s just the back and forth to let you know
Seasons change so things may die then grow
Things must change
Say my name
I’m so scared that I’m the one that is to blame
Over and over and over it goes
With the wine playing tricks and the room spinning slow
I hope that you enjoy the music I chose
The candles I lit, they’re just part of the show
And I’m trying to focus and show you I notice
Your eyes perfectly match the dress that you’ve chosen
I’m standing here frozen--missed out on the moment
Maybe I should just give it up
But it’s the love that keeps the haunting in my bones
The ghost that hunts me daily, and won’t leave me alone
And if you’re saying that you love me--say it slow
And I’ll need you to show me
I need you to show me
I need you to show me
I need you to show me
I need you to show me
I need you to show me
I need you to show me
I need you to show cuz
It’s just the back and forth to let you know
Seasons change so things may die then grow
Things must change
Say my name
Now I know I’m the one that is to blame
Backward Glance
Chorus after chorus I’ve been sucking down these dregs of this
Dark roast coffee of bitterness
If you paid with your own money then you must drink it
Even if you’re full and the flavor is piss
But a porcelain Jesus came and stole all my words
He called it a blessing by lifting off that burden
I’m no prophet who speaks bread from steam
I’m just some judge in this american scheme
I’ve been hearing your voice as I fall asleep
Playing mom and dad in my make-believe
Don’t matter if these things are only in my dreams
For I’d go and make these dreams come true
Because without a backward glance I’d go and make a family out of you
I was born a baby crying in a sterilized room
But I will go quiet in my white washed tomb
Maybe I was crying because I already knew
That I’d lose my infant heart on some quest to find the truth
Oberst mirrors my beating heart and Avett speaks my mind
Thile brings my doubts to light, Jon Foreman gives me signs
And good old Sondre Lerche wrote the song “To Be Surprised”
Little did he know he wrote that song about my life
As a poet I will join them I will do my very best
To only speak the truth when I send it to the press
The thing about my truth is that it’s just a young man’s guess
And the voices in my head are saying just give it a rest
But I’ve been hearing your voice as I fall asleep
Playing mom and dad in my make-believe
Don’t matter if these things are only in my dreams
For i’d go and make these dreams come true
Because without a backward glance I’d go and make a family out of you
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