What She Wrote
(Oh I don't know how to start this
So I guess I'll just start)
She sits back in the smoke
(It feels like there's something missing)
Looks back through what she wrote
(And not a small something but something substantial
You know? Essential even)
As ash falls to the floor
Who's she writing for
(I cant put my finger on what it is or how to make it better
And I don't know if you can either
Maybe you're not even aware of it)
Curled in the window seat
(I think you are though)
And the sounds of the waking street
(Perhaps it's something we've never even had)
Thinks back to the night behind her (an emptiness in our lives
And so we miss it without even knowing what it is)
Could they have been kinder
(God, that sounds so teenage
I don't know if you know what I mean)
The trials of the dark (perhaps that's the problem
When I talk to you it seems like you're listening)
And how to pull apart (but then I don't know
If it's really me you are hearing
Or some f'ed up version of me
You've created in your own head)
When they tried to turn her on
(But it's real)
How he got it wrong (and I can't pretend anymore
We're not supposed to be like this together
I don't want to be like this
Always one side or the other
So I don't know when I come back
If you're going to be you or him
I don't even know if I'll be me or her until I see you
Sometimes I think she hates you
Maybe that's just me)
There's a pin board on the wall
And a note that she should call
(So I can't be without you)
But she can't pick up the phone
(I don't know who I am without you)
Perhaps he's left for home (you're a part of me now
And if you were to go and not come back
I don't think I could stand it)
She considers what to wear
(I feel like I'd break into tiny pieces)
And how to do her hair
(So perhaps that's it
Perhaps that's why I'm writing)
The table's booked for one
(To tell you that I'm not leaving this time)
She wonders if he'll come (I'm going to stay with you
Even if it kills me
So if you don't want to see that
To see me slowly dying
You should walk away
And not come back
If you want to save me you have to go
If you ever loved me then leave me
Please don't let me go)
So I guess I'll just start)
She sits back in the smoke
(It feels like there's something missing)
Looks back through what she wrote
(And not a small something but something substantial
You know? Essential even)
As ash falls to the floor
Who's she writing for
(I cant put my finger on what it is or how to make it better
And I don't know if you can either
Maybe you're not even aware of it)
Curled in the window seat
(I think you are though)
And the sounds of the waking street
(Perhaps it's something we've never even had)
Thinks back to the night behind her (an emptiness in our lives
And so we miss it without even knowing what it is)
Could they have been kinder
(God, that sounds so teenage
I don't know if you know what I mean)
The trials of the dark (perhaps that's the problem
When I talk to you it seems like you're listening)
And how to pull apart (but then I don't know
If it's really me you are hearing
Or some f'ed up version of me
You've created in your own head)
When they tried to turn her on
(But it's real)
How he got it wrong (and I can't pretend anymore
We're not supposed to be like this together
I don't want to be like this
Always one side or the other
So I don't know when I come back
If you're going to be you or him
I don't even know if I'll be me or her until I see you
Sometimes I think she hates you
Maybe that's just me)
There's a pin board on the wall
And a note that she should call
(So I can't be without you)
But she can't pick up the phone
(I don't know who I am without you)
Perhaps he's left for home (you're a part of me now
And if you were to go and not come back
I don't think I could stand it)
She considers what to wear
(I feel like I'd break into tiny pieces)
And how to do her hair
(So perhaps that's it
Perhaps that's why I'm writing)
The table's booked for one
(To tell you that I'm not leaving this time)
She wonders if he'll come (I'm going to stay with you
Even if it kills me
So if you don't want to see that
To see me slowly dying
You should walk away
And not come back
If you want to save me you have to go
If you ever loved me then leave me
Please don't let me go)
Credits
Writer(s): Andy Grieve, Dan Wansell, Luke Westendarp, Pete Nixon
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