Good Intentions
Verse:
I'll tell you I'm fine ‘till my dying breath
And I'm dying yes
It's cos of you I'm so hard-pressed for words
Can't feel my breath
(Inhale exhale inhale exhale)
It's absurd to want you so bad
My heart doesn't race anymore, when I'm happy I'm still sad
When I'm quiet I'm still mad
I'll say fine ‘till I turn blue, or green-
I mean I'd lose air over you
Lose sleep over you, dig deep all for you
It's you, it always seems to be, the one person that always flees from me
Talking ‘bout pain like we know it
‘Say I'm always sad, never show it
Can't show I wanna be at a show, can't let anyone in that I'm feeling this low
And I'm fine ‘till my dying breath
I live in a nice neighborhood, why the stress?
I'm a mess, can't keep my facts straight-
I'm depressed
I can manage it on my own, I say, smile seems to fade away, “man, I'll make it one more day…”
I'm fine. Who'd care anyway?
Chorus
I had some good intentions, good intentions
All they'll be
And now these good intentions
Are taking over me
I had some good intentions, good intentions
All they'll be
Cos now these good intentions
Are taking over me
Verse:
It's because of you I even bother, a bigger friend I've ever figured, a figure to beat a father. Sorry, Dad, I'm always sad, I apologize for all the bad. Why bother?
You keep telling me to pull through
I always try to be there for you
But I can't be true, I hate the crew
You'd live until your first born's d**h
You'd leave me, take her, forget the rest
You love me but I dig it out of you
Keep on pulling through, keep on pulling through
A word from your mouth
Makes a month a “pull through” cloud
I'm wading in the mist, and I get ticked when that runs out
I need more, I crave more, a look from you-
All I slave for- it's a big chore, hurdling my anxiety- I'm a big bore, for you I'd dig more, for you I'd sing more, for you I'd wring out everything for what it's worth. (Oh)
Chorus:
I had some good intentions, good intentions
All they'll be
Cuz now these good intentions
Are taking hold of me
I had some good intentions, good intentions
All they'll be
Cuz now these good intentions
Are taking a hold of me
I'm digging my grave and you're helping me-
They're shelving me, I'm help-elfing me
I'm fighting to be free
Self pity is all I see, is all I breathe
Give me a sock cos you mean lots to me
Geez. I want your love please!
I'm begging, see, I'm on my knees-
Needing you to help, to ease the pain
Wracking my elvish brain, I'm something to step on but you take away the pain
You make me feel sane
Last Chorus/Outro
I had some good intentions, good intentions all they were
And when those intentions came
I took it out on her