Sage Francis - Threewrite lyrics

This is to the (uh-uh) intertwined souls the hands I've been trying to hold This is to the (uh-uh) love that I lost and all the troubling thoughts of how I got double-crossed and this is to the (uh-uh) divorce I was forced to settle with and the remorse I fought off with metal fists and this is to the (uh-uh) wet, watery kiss I left you with on your porch while I watched your trembling lips This is to the... memory of our early years the first girl I shared feelings with and it's the realest thing I'd experienced in my short existence and I ain't afraid to admit cause love is one of the things that doesnt come with an age limit now does it? In fact I'ma have to say I'm more keen to feel such things hopeless things I'd lost in a smokescreen of meaningless f**ing Touching without touching, candles in the dark casting shadows on our parents battles, this is for the romantics at heart It wasn't too long before I held you more then my pen when I wasn't writing songs, it was something like "Forever and always, whenever those songs play..." I remember empty hallways or your image that descended from the top floor became an echo I paid the price for those hard things, and couldn't afford to let go From a pa**ive debt, I'm past regret Did you know I dreamt about you before we met? Remembering our first kiss, and it hasn't even happened yet Recollecting your scent, and I wasn't even given the chance to forget I guess that's the magic of it Now every rehashed subject's displaying what I wrote on cafe napkins to the public to get it over and done with, closure hath cometh My shoulders have plummeted from holding these buckets Hold your laughs till I go back to the tunnels of Paris where I wrote half of these paragraphs... but f** it This is to my ten year story, in another decade you better be better prepared for me in the first four years, you were all ears then the next six, you left me for the next exit with depth to my message So that began my affair with the world abroad Behind the curtain with the other hurtful girls I explored Until I became the monster, turning to the words that I record Pardon me, if you heard it all before "I didn't shake you to hurt you" when you landed on the floor In a room of naked virtues I closed my eyes to cancel what I saw Your hand made the first move to the handle of the drawer where the frail girl couldn't think to live "I didn't shake you to hurt you" I never planned it before I can't shake off your perfume, can't wash my hands no more and I'm breaking my curfew, but I can't walk I'm standing at the door, I hear the wailing of a little kid ...and the failure of innocence His compromise eyeing the side of the kitchen sink What'you think, I just let you cut you, cut me-- cut the bullsh** Damn, I love the hugs enough to tolerate the way we made each other crazy, making it so tough to operate Productively, my self esteem didn't help when I felt ugly and I figured that's the reason why you wouldn't touch me My ego does bleed, I shouldn't have let you test it and let your arms free to follow through with your domestic slip up Love is a battlefield so lick your shots quick while I lick my wounds and then resume as an obvious target Infatuations with the past protect my Purple Heart with a faded picture I had in my shirt pocket I'm going out with a bang.. in a blaze of glory holes, the anti-hero I don't care how many ways the story's told Be careful when these doolies play like drums and be careful what you say, because my uzi weighs a tongue.. This is to the sleepless evenings that I spent next to grave stones Hoping someone from beyond would grab my arm and take me home I hadn't accepted I'd have to make it alone after feeding everything I had into a payphone and this is to the rain.. I felt like it was made of spit My parade was an unbreakable chain of Gabe's trumpets Save the buckets even though they weighed down my walking You don't know the height of the steak you place your fork in You look old (that's what you said) I feel old (that's what I said) I been through a lot since you been gone, dead, born again torn to shreads over girls who were porcelain the cry-baby dolls, when we were allowed to talk again I stopped accepting wake-up calls (that ring true) I hate the way I fall for everything you do Our fate is flawed, that's why I make these break-up songs to sing to you Music is my only psychiatric drug And you're a pill in human form I'd like to hide under my tongue Kiss the foot that couldn't fit into the slipper of my mouth The denizen in your house begging for the benifit of your doubts When I got kicked out, I played the faithful puppy dog Loyal to the love alost, sitting at your f**ing door in utter disbelief I s**ed all of the skin off of my teeth you pulled away, you let me choke on your invisible leash You can find me hiding these screams behind my eyelids She blinded me (she blinded me) with silence.. So my air-mail lips blew her a fairwell kiss Slinking over the sink, where all the hair gel drips Stairwells dip deep into her mouth where I found a cycle and ever since then, I've been on a downward spiral this round is final, it's time to recover because it's a porch that some dogs choose to die under the first song was a breakdown, I apologize in round two this version im certain, this sh** ain't even about you It's the threewrite..