The First Song (Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying & Love the Bomb)
It starts in the corner
Where the dark meets the light
And your thoughts meet your mind
Something's right for the first time
So I grabbed a gun
Metaphorically speaking
I don't condone violence for one
And I wouldn't know where to get one
But do you hear horses?
I swear to god I hear horses
But who would believe that guy who
Only speaks when he's spoken to?
So I'll slip away
To the woods left discharged and disarmed
And probably nude
You could join me if you'd like to
As I derobe my blanket shell
Greet the cavalry with a cabernet
Long lost lonely
What do you have to say?
If you get sick of me I'd be sick all my life
So I lead the pack with a hot butter knife
And it's true
I did this all for you
I'd offer you a line of the stars or my scars
But I'm often more concerned of where my cigarettes are
It's nothing new
To keep this all from you
With seconds to go and nothing to hold
Just steady hands and feeling bold
Long lost lonely
Keeps me feeling so old
And I have grown accustomed to
The outcome of impending doom
I have learned to love the layout
Of your bedroom
Because I know
You kept it from me
Like those in control that keep you asleep
And so I stole that time owed to me
And I know
You've been counting on me
Just a little bit maybe more than lately
If it wasn't for you I'd have nothing to lose
Where the dark meets the light
And your thoughts meet your mind
Something's right for the first time
So I grabbed a gun
Metaphorically speaking
I don't condone violence for one
And I wouldn't know where to get one
But do you hear horses?
I swear to god I hear horses
But who would believe that guy who
Only speaks when he's spoken to?
So I'll slip away
To the woods left discharged and disarmed
And probably nude
You could join me if you'd like to
As I derobe my blanket shell
Greet the cavalry with a cabernet
Long lost lonely
What do you have to say?
If you get sick of me I'd be sick all my life
So I lead the pack with a hot butter knife
And it's true
I did this all for you
I'd offer you a line of the stars or my scars
But I'm often more concerned of where my cigarettes are
It's nothing new
To keep this all from you
With seconds to go and nothing to hold
Just steady hands and feeling bold
Long lost lonely
Keeps me feeling so old
And I have grown accustomed to
The outcome of impending doom
I have learned to love the layout
Of your bedroom
Because I know
You kept it from me
Like those in control that keep you asleep
And so I stole that time owed to me
And I know
You've been counting on me
Just a little bit maybe more than lately
If it wasn't for you I'd have nothing to lose
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Myatt
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