Song | Such Confidence |
Artist | Pianos Become the Teeth |
Album | The Lack Long After |
Just sit down, and let it be, if only today, if only for me, | |
That day, what exactly were you selling, preach? | |
It's misery, these screaming dreams, you see, we all gotta get so broken eventually | |
And most shouldn't strut around with such confidence | |
Because most of the time, your feet are the same whether he's there or not, | |
And most of the time, my feet were the same whether you were here or not, | |
And I take it hard, I take it to heart, and it tears me apart | |
And I get so tired in that 3 o'clock sun, | |
It grows right on time, right in front of me, | |
I've seen some days, and in some ways, I'm always in and out of living in the now | |
But it sheds years when you still smell the cedar, | |
Explain to me, | |
I wish I could find a god's teeth to grit them for him | |
I'd cut off his ears, put them to my heart, he'd hear me break, | |
I'd make it obvious to see, | |
Show him a face like water frozen over, | |
A face that's absorbed everything, | |
Show him it was the wrong day, | |
Show him that I’ve seen my reach, | |
Explain to me, | |
Just sit down, let it be, if only today, if only for me | |
I've tried to forget what was said after the fact, | |
I'm talking to my own soul, | |
I bottle these potent thoughts, | |
I'm not obtuse anymore, | |
I'm not talking to anyone, | |
I'm not a door anymore | |
Explain to me, | |
Honestly, I don't know if I'd believe if you walked right on time, right in front of me. |
Just sit down, and let it be, if only today, if only for me, | |
That day, what exactly were you selling, preach? | |
It' s misery, these screaming dreams, you see, we all gotta get so broken eventually | |
And most shouldn' t strut around with such confidence | |
Because most of the time, your feet are the same whether he' s there or not, | |
And most of the time, my feet were the same whether you were here or not, | |
And I take it hard, I take it to heart, and it tears me apart | |
And I get so tired in that 3 o' clock sun, | |
It grows right on time, right in front of me, | |
I' ve seen some days, and in some ways, I' m always in and out of living in the now | |
But it sheds years when you still smell the cedar, | |
Explain to me, | |
I wish I could find a god' s teeth to grit them for him | |
I' d cut off his ears, put them to my heart, he' d hear me break, | |
I' d make it obvious to see, | |
Show him a face like water frozen over, | |
A face that' s absorbed everything, | |
Show him it was the wrong day, | |
Show him that I' ve seen my reach, | |
Explain to me, | |
Just sit down, let it be, if only today, if only for me | |
I' ve tried to forget what was said after the fact, | |
I' m talking to my own soul, | |
I bottle these potent thoughts, | |
I' m not obtuse anymore, | |
I' m not talking to anyone, | |
I' m not a door anymore | |
Explain to me, | |
Honestly, I don' t know if I' d believe if you walked right on time, right in front of me. |