Song | I'll Be Damned |
Artist | Pianos Become the Teeth |
Album | The Lack Long After |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Maybe… Maybe you saw your mother, maybe she’s smiling, | |
She hears your catching laughter, she’s missed your charm, | |
We never made it to Cooperstown | |
But I’ve still got that glove under my bed, | |
Maybe I’ll see you, we could shoot the shit, finally have a beer, | |
“Have a catch,”but for now its catch my tears, its catch my breath, | |
I can just hear you say “come on bud, get out of that funk, it’s time to move on,” | |
It’s funny how you still apply, you still know me, | |
I’ll try to take your tools and make something worth while, | |
Try to make ya proud, I’ve learned nothing is spotless anymore, | |
But I’ll let you resonate… | |
Maybe your Heaven is that Norman Rockwell scene | |
Where you and your friends are singing that Gordon Lightfoot song, | |
“If you could only read my mind,” well if you could only read my mind, | |
Well that ending, it was just too hard to take, | |
Is it better than Clapton? Did you see your fathers eyes? | |
I know it’s wishful thinking hoping this won’t always kill me, | |
But If you saw yours, then I’ll see mine, | |
You finally stretched your feet and ghosted away from me, | |
You had to fade away, you had to leave | |
I’m pleading for one more time with what I know now, | |
I’m begging for the same flake to fall twice for the first time, | |
I’m begging for what wasn’t said. | |
That night the snow shaped the land, and I walked home, | |
I laughed the whole way because I suppose if it hurts, | |
It's worth it, but now that ghost is me. |
Maybe Maybe you saw your mother, maybe she' s smiling, | |
She hears your catching laughter, she' s missed your charm, | |
We never made it to Cooperstown | |
But I' ve still got that glove under my bed, | |
Maybe I' ll see you, we could shoot the shit, finally have a beer, | |
" Have a catch," but for now its catch my tears, its catch my breath, | |
I can just hear you say " come on bud, get out of that funk, it' s time to move on," | |
It' s funny how you still apply, you still know me, | |
I' ll try to take your tools and make something worth while, | |
Try to make ya proud, I' ve learned nothing is spotless anymore, | |
But I' ll let you resonate | |
Maybe your Heaven is that Norman Rockwell scene | |
Where you and your friends are singing that Gordon Lightfoot song, | |
" If you could only read my mind," well if you could only read my mind, | |
Well that ending, it was just too hard to take, | |
Is it better than Clapton? Did you see your fathers eyes? | |
I know it' s wishful thinking hoping this won' t always kill me, | |
But If you saw yours, then I' ll see mine, | |
You finally stretched your feet and ghosted away from me, | |
You had to fade away, you had to leave | |
I' m pleading for one more time with what I know now, | |
I' m begging for the same flake to fall twice for the first time, | |
I' m begging for what wasn' t said. | |
That night the snow shaped the land, and I walked home, | |
I laughed the whole way because I suppose if it hurts, | |
It' s worth it, but now that ghost is me. |
Maybe Maybe you saw your mother, maybe she' s smiling, | |
She hears your catching laughter, she' s missed your charm, | |
We never made it to Cooperstown | |
But I' ve still got that glove under my bed, | |
Maybe I' ll see you, we could shoot the shit, finally have a beer, | |
" Have a catch," but for now its catch my tears, its catch my breath, | |
I can just hear you say " come on bud, get out of that funk, it' s time to move on," | |
It' s funny how you still apply, you still know me, | |
I' ll try to take your tools and make something worth while, | |
Try to make ya proud, I' ve learned nothing is spotless anymore, | |
But I' ll let you resonate | |
Maybe your Heaven is that Norman Rockwell scene | |
Where you and your friends are singing that Gordon Lightfoot song, | |
" If you could only read my mind," well if you could only read my mind, | |
Well that ending, it was just too hard to take, | |
Is it better than Clapton? Did you see your fathers eyes? | |
I know it' s wishful thinking hoping this won' t always kill me, | |
But If you saw yours, then I' ll see mine, | |
You finally stretched your feet and ghosted away from me, | |
You had to fade away, you had to leave | |
I' m pleading for one more time with what I know now, | |
I' m begging for the same flake to fall twice for the first time, | |
I' m begging for what wasn' t said. | |
That night the snow shaped the land, and I walked home, | |
I laughed the whole way because I suppose if it hurts, | |
It' s worth it, but now that ghost is me. |