You tore me to pieces
Just like she did
Now I’m sitting the awkward chair in my room
With my face flushed cherry red
And my stomach is turning into a clusterfuck
I have nothing left to give
Except my own conventional bad luck.
I just want to give you
The best that I can
And tell you about
My ridiculous plans
But truth be told oh
When I get older
You’ll be the last one to know
When I go
So sorry for this one I guess that I’m wrong
For writing the first almost relevant song
That I felt proud of when I was 21
But two years have passed and I think that I’m done
With putting myself after people like you
I deserve it to have it my way
And that’s the cold truth so
You say you wanna be best friends?
Well you can kiss my ass.
I wrote you a letter
To tell you your mother is watching
That was about four years was ago in May.
I can’t say I’m sorry
Because sorry doesn’t fix what I did.
I wrote you a letter
Though I have much more to say.
I can see that you’re doing well.
You’ve got things going for you the right way.
He makes you happy.
You’re on the same wavelength all of the time.
That’s what I’m supposed to want.
I'm supposed to want you to sleep so soundly.
That’s what I’m supposed to want
I justwanted to love you so deeply.
Honestly.
I just wanna breathe the air you breathe.
And honestly I know that's wrong
I wrote you a letter
But that doesn’t mean that I’m happy.
To tell you the truth
It just means I’m full of regret.
That I didn’t kiss you
A thousand more times than I should have.
And that I couldn’t give you
The things that I promised I could.
And honestly.
I wanna breathe the air you breathe.
And honestly I know that I'm too late
And honestly I know that I'm way past
Due the time you said I could have been your's....
I wrote you a letter
To tell you your mother is watching
That was about four years ago in May.
I can’t say I’m sorry
Because sorry won’t fix what I did.
I wrote you a letter
Just hoping that you’re okay.
These feeble messages and crooked lies
Have stirred a rage that sits inside
My humble color, my simple life.
Could this be the end of time?
I'm losing breath, just give me a second.
Can't stop myself without feeling regression.
I'm cursed with apartheid
And some other new sense of pride.
We've all got our sense of high hope.
We've all got the things we love.
But we have lost the key to the places where we were gold.
Can't stop me from feeling old
Can't stop me from growing up
Can't fight these feelings of love when you were gone
Inside my broken home.
I’m the shit
Or maybe I’m just shit
I don’t think I’ll ever know
I’m an ass
I have no fucking class
And honestly my music blows
But my friends oh all my beautiful friends
They have always kept me afloat
No matter how much they come and go
I’ll always know
That I don’t wanna be
The person I am right now
I’ve been trying to change it for years
You say that I’m full of myself
Have you ever wondered if it was a cry for help?
Probably not.
Cause why would you think that?
I have balls
But not like your one friend who
Probably did something cooler than my story
It’s ok.
I know we're all used to it by now.
Everybody’s gotta have a one up on each other
She is my sister, but I think that she used to be my brother
Well.......
I don’t wanna be
The person who I am right now
I’ve been trying to change it for years
You say that I’m full of myself
Have you ever wondered if it was a cry for help?
Probably not.
Cause why would you think that?
Why would you think that?
I think I know why you’d think that.
I think I know why...
I feel like you all must hate me by now.
Even Colin said I'm "annoying as hell".
And I know that I'm used to to hearing that
Since I was like in the 3rd grade
But hey, if you can't beat them
Then join them in a parade.
I've decided I'm moving to Iceland
Gonna get away from everybody
I wanna feel the breeze of the mountains and
Open up my own record store
But I don't even really like vinyl
I just know that that's what's in style
So I've decided to move to Iceland
I'll start planning tomorrow.
I'm only going for the solitude
Get away from the people who are rude
To me on a daily basis
Foreign countries could help erase this
I hate the stupid fucking hipsters who are up north
Who told me that my band isn't cool enough
So when I go to Iceland I'll open up a place
Where all my friend can play.
If you want to join me,
Let me know.
(Chorus)
I’ll stay up really late and watch the Icelandic sky
Turn from black to blue
With golden hues
Around the dawn
And if you decide that you wanna
Come along for the ride
That’s fine with me
I could use the company
(Chorus)
Lately I’ve been hating myself
And everyone around me
I can't shake this feeling.
That I messed up
So somebody tell me
What the hell is wrong with me?
I've decided that I'm moving to Iceland
Only to get away from the thought of you
I wanna feel the breeze of the mountains and maybe
Open up my own record store
Even though I don't really like vinyl
You always told me that it's what's in style
So I've decided that I'm moving to Iceland and
I'll start planning tomorrow.
I'll start planning tomorrow.
about
I threw this together in about an hour. Everything you hear was recorded in one take, live on my i-Phone 6. Special thanks to Chris McEntire for probably not remembering that one night I took a picture of him when he was drunk at my parents' house.
Terry Venemous is releasing new music every 3 weeks this year. His latest EP is sumptuous art pop with a wry sense of detachment.
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