Starving Your Friends
Thanks a lot, I've been disadvantaged from the start
He constricted the veins heading straight to my head
Rerouted the blood to my heart instead
Rerouted the blood to my heart instead
I am brain dead, think in strictly in blues and reds
Oh, I'm in enough trouble, man
Oh, man, I'm in trouble again
'Cause everyone's ears are watching me
And I never, ever felt that this would be
Anything more than a makeshift personal IV
'Cause I fall three times as hard if it's for nothing at all
You all seem twice as tall as I will ever be
And I feel terribly small when my head works too hard
When you think with your chest, there's not a thing that you don't see
I'm hardly capable of half the damage that I would like to do
I could swear that I don't care
But you know I'm too full of shit to think this through
So look at me, I pray to God
But curse too much to be considered true
I'm just like me, I'm just like me, so who the hell are you?
I'm but a boy, just like the rest of these things
And I borrow phrases from dusty, faded record sleeves
The story is the same, I've just personalized the name
But if it's all you need, then I'd be more than happy to confess my shame
'Cause I fall three times as hard if it's for nothing at all
You all seem twice as tall as I will ever be
And I feel terribly small when my head works too hard
When you think with your chest, there's not a thing that you don't see
I'm hardly capable of half the damage that I would like to do
I could swear that I don't care
But you know I'm too full of shit to think this through
So look at me, I pray to God
But curse too much to be considered true
I'm just like me, I'm just like me, so who the hell are you?
I know you think you know, but these eyelids are windows
That shut you out from all the things that I don't want you to know
And I refuse to tell you one single secret I own
'Cause you'll find I'm petrified of your eyes
I'm hardly capable of half the damage that I would like to do
I could swear that I don't care
You know I'm too full of shit to think this through
I read the book, I prayed to God
But curse too much to be considered true
I'm just like me, I'm just like me, so who the hell are you?
He constricted the veins heading straight to my head
Rerouted the blood to my heart instead
Rerouted the blood to my heart instead
I am brain dead, think in strictly in blues and reds
Oh, I'm in enough trouble, man
Oh, man, I'm in trouble again
'Cause everyone's ears are watching me
And I never, ever felt that this would be
Anything more than a makeshift personal IV
'Cause I fall three times as hard if it's for nothing at all
You all seem twice as tall as I will ever be
And I feel terribly small when my head works too hard
When you think with your chest, there's not a thing that you don't see
I'm hardly capable of half the damage that I would like to do
I could swear that I don't care
But you know I'm too full of shit to think this through
So look at me, I pray to God
But curse too much to be considered true
I'm just like me, I'm just like me, so who the hell are you?
I'm but a boy, just like the rest of these things
And I borrow phrases from dusty, faded record sleeves
The story is the same, I've just personalized the name
But if it's all you need, then I'd be more than happy to confess my shame
'Cause I fall three times as hard if it's for nothing at all
You all seem twice as tall as I will ever be
And I feel terribly small when my head works too hard
When you think with your chest, there's not a thing that you don't see
I'm hardly capable of half the damage that I would like to do
I could swear that I don't care
But you know I'm too full of shit to think this through
So look at me, I pray to God
But curse too much to be considered true
I'm just like me, I'm just like me, so who the hell are you?
I know you think you know, but these eyelids are windows
That shut you out from all the things that I don't want you to know
And I refuse to tell you one single secret I own
'Cause you'll find I'm petrified of your eyes
I'm hardly capable of half the damage that I would like to do
I could swear that I don't care
You know I'm too full of shit to think this through
I read the book, I prayed to God
But curse too much to be considered true
I'm just like me, I'm just like me, so who the hell are you?
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Hunter, Jeremy Velardi, Salvatore Bossio, Daniel Gluszak, Brian S Byrne
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