Thank You Lyrics
| Song | Thank You |
| Artist | Sage Francis |
| Album | Copper Gone |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| You gave me language as a gift, I turned it against you | |
| I was stupid, I was young, I was hanged by my Judas tongue | |
| You shouldn’t give weapons to kids that don’t know better | |
| I can't possibly understand that there’s no such thing as forever | |
| For every letter in the alphabet | |
| You said connect ‘em to a happy word, no matter how bad things get | |
| I did my best, but the pickings got slim | |
| Once I arrived at “X” and I had to think of synonyms | |
| Weight ‘em against the antonyms, I was hanging with all the mannequins | |
| Who are on a constant search for a person’s amputated limbs | |
| Almost offered up my own, trading in my arms and legs | |
| You said learn to express yourself if you’re gonna stand for things | |
| I stood up with that expression, stood up against everything including you | |
| I was stupid, I was adolescent, but I had your lessons to cling on to | |
| And I want you to know how much it helped | |
| Considering everything that I’d gone through | |
| It was a period without periods, run on sentences were like binges | |
| I was a comma with no cause, a rebel with no clause | |
| Anxiety is no excuse once there’s nothing left to separate | |
| We could have connected, but didn’t | |
| I was ignorant, passed out on the spacebar | |
| The further we drifted apart the closer | |
| I came to realizing just how amazing you are | |
| Now that you’re gone I'mma say it to the stars | |
| ‘Till my words knock worlds off their axes and the universe collapses | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Thank you for the matches, for the gift of fire | |
| For the wood and the axe, for whooping my ass | |
| For the wheel even if you didn’t invent it | |
| For the impact that you had on me, it’s epic, thank you for the effort | |
| For teaching me the ABC’s even if I never make my way to “Z” | |
| Even if I never do for someone else exactly what you did for me | |
| Thank you | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| I was a stupid son of a gun with initials carved into me | |
| I was a stray, a runaway, afraid someday you’d shoot me | |
| So I scratched off the letters with a pocket knife | |
| It’s how I loss my way when I was tossed into the fray | |
| This is not my life, who am I kidding, it's a thank you note | |
| Disguised as a written apology for everything you taught to me | |
| So awkwardly I approach the open microphone with everything that I wrote | |
| Clear my throat, adjust the collar on my coat | |
| As I rock crowds, microphones and boats and then I stroke | |
| Whatever little ego I have left, I should have left it at the alter | |
| But I didn’t cause I’m an idiot, self-deprecating author | |
| With a paperback edition that isn’t worth a flip through | |
| If I don’t give you the credit that you deserve | |
| You edited the words from the grave and beyond | |
| From the first sign of sun raise at dawn | |
| Till the moonbeam set blaze to my lawn | |
| The universe collapses on my front steps | |
| So we get to share in that moment, for just one moment | |
| And nobody’s upset, there’s no more anger, there’s no more sunsets | |
| So I crawl back in the chamber, you can shoot me up | |
| You might as well, we had great communication before the tower fell | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Outro:] | |
| I'mma do my best, while you rest in peace |
| Verse 1: | |
| You gave me language as a gift, I turned it against you | |
| I was stupid, I was young, I was hanged by my Judas tongue | |
| You shouldn' t give weapons to kids that don' t know better | |
| I can' t possibly understand that there' s no such thing as forever | |
| For every letter in the alphabet | |
| You said connect ' em to a happy word, no matter how bad things get | |
| I did my best, but the pickings got slim | |
| Once I arrived at " X" and I had to think of synonyms | |
| Weight ' em against the antonyms, I was hanging with all the mannequins | |
| Who are on a constant search for a person' s amputated limbs | |
| Almost offered up my own, trading in my arms and legs | |
| You said learn to express yourself if you' re gonna stand for things | |
| I stood up with that expression, stood up against everything including you | |
| I was stupid, I was adolescent, but I had your lessons to cling on to | |
| And I want you to know how much it helped | |
| Considering everything that I' d gone through | |
| It was a period without periods, run on sentences were like binges | |
| I was a comma with no cause, a rebel with no clause | |
| Anxiety is no excuse once there' s nothing left to separate | |
| We could have connected, but didn' t | |
| I was ignorant, passed out on the spacebar | |
| The further we drifted apart the closer | |
| I came to realizing just how amazing you are | |
| Now that you' re gone I' mma say it to the stars | |
| ' Till my words knock worlds off their axes and the universe collapses | |
| Hook: | |
| Thank you for the matches, for the gift of fire | |
| For the wood and the axe, for whooping my ass | |
| For the wheel even if you didn' t invent it | |
| For the impact that you had on me, it' s epic, thank you for the effort | |
| For teaching me the ABC' s even if I never make my way to " Z" | |
| Even if I never do for someone else exactly what you did for me | |
| Thank you | |
| Verse 2: | |
| I was a stupid son of a gun with initials carved into me | |
| I was a stray, a runaway, afraid someday you' d shoot me | |
| So I scratched off the letters with a pocket knife | |
| It' s how I loss my way when I was tossed into the fray | |
| This is not my life, who am I kidding, it' s a thank you note | |
| Disguised as a written apology for everything you taught to me | |
| So awkwardly I approach the open microphone with everything that I wrote | |
| Clear my throat, adjust the collar on my coat | |
| As I rock crowds, microphones and boats and then I stroke | |
| Whatever little ego I have left, I should have left it at the alter | |
| But I didn' t cause I' m an idiot, selfdeprecating author | |
| With a paperback edition that isn' t worth a flip through | |
| If I don' t give you the credit that you deserve | |
| You edited the words from the grave and beyond | |
| From the first sign of sun raise at dawn | |
| Till the moonbeam set blaze to my lawn | |
| The universe collapses on my front steps | |
| So we get to share in that moment, for just one moment | |
| And nobody' s upset, there' s no more anger, there' s no more sunsets | |
| So I crawl back in the chamber, you can shoot me up | |
| You might as well, we had great communication before the tower fell | |
| Hook | |
| Outro: | |
| I' mma do my best, while you rest in peace |
| Verse 1: | |
| You gave me language as a gift, I turned it against you | |
| I was stupid, I was young, I was hanged by my Judas tongue | |
| You shouldn' t give weapons to kids that don' t know better | |
| I can' t possibly understand that there' s no such thing as forever | |
| For every letter in the alphabet | |
| You said connect ' em to a happy word, no matter how bad things get | |
| I did my best, but the pickings got slim | |
| Once I arrived at " X" and I had to think of synonyms | |
| Weight ' em against the antonyms, I was hanging with all the mannequins | |
| Who are on a constant search for a person' s amputated limbs | |
| Almost offered up my own, trading in my arms and legs | |
| You said learn to express yourself if you' re gonna stand for things | |
| I stood up with that expression, stood up against everything including you | |
| I was stupid, I was adolescent, but I had your lessons to cling on to | |
| And I want you to know how much it helped | |
| Considering everything that I' d gone through | |
| It was a period without periods, run on sentences were like binges | |
| I was a comma with no cause, a rebel with no clause | |
| Anxiety is no excuse once there' s nothing left to separate | |
| We could have connected, but didn' t | |
| I was ignorant, passed out on the spacebar | |
| The further we drifted apart the closer | |
| I came to realizing just how amazing you are | |
| Now that you' re gone I' mma say it to the stars | |
| ' Till my words knock worlds off their axes and the universe collapses | |
| Hook: | |
| Thank you for the matches, for the gift of fire | |
| For the wood and the axe, for whooping my ass | |
| For the wheel even if you didn' t invent it | |
| For the impact that you had on me, it' s epic, thank you for the effort | |
| For teaching me the ABC' s even if I never make my way to " Z" | |
| Even if I never do for someone else exactly what you did for me | |
| Thank you | |
| Verse 2: | |
| I was a stupid son of a gun with initials carved into me | |
| I was a stray, a runaway, afraid someday you' d shoot me | |
| So I scratched off the letters with a pocket knife | |
| It' s how I loss my way when I was tossed into the fray | |
| This is not my life, who am I kidding, it' s a thank you note | |
| Disguised as a written apology for everything you taught to me | |
| So awkwardly I approach the open microphone with everything that I wrote | |
| Clear my throat, adjust the collar on my coat | |
| As I rock crowds, microphones and boats and then I stroke | |
| Whatever little ego I have left, I should have left it at the alter | |
| But I didn' t cause I' m an idiot, selfdeprecating author | |
| With a paperback edition that isn' t worth a flip through | |
| If I don' t give you the credit that you deserve | |
| You edited the words from the grave and beyond | |
| From the first sign of sun raise at dawn | |
| Till the moonbeam set blaze to my lawn | |
| The universe collapses on my front steps | |
| So we get to share in that moment, for just one moment | |
| And nobody' s upset, there' s no more anger, there' s no more sunsets | |
| So I crawl back in the chamber, you can shoot me up | |
| You might as well, we had great communication before the tower fell | |
| Hook | |
| Outro: | |
| I' mma do my best, while you rest in peace |
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