Straylight Run Album

Taken in context, it's not a bad thing
But when you start to pick it apart
It gets so depressing

It's that sort of thing that makes you think too much
It's that sort of thing makes you lose your objectivity

So if you made it
just be glad that you did and stay there
And if you ever feel loved or needed
remember that you're one of the luck ones
And if it's over,
just remember what I told you
It was bound to happen
so just keep moving on
There's no perfect endings
You peel back the layers
Get down to the inside
But sometimes you lose sight of what it was
You were trying to find

And it's that sort of thing that makes you think too much
Its that sort of thing makes you lose your objectivity

So if you made it
just be glad that you did and stay there
If you ever feel loved or needed
Remember that you're one of the luck ones
And if it's over, just remember what I told you
It was bound to happen, so just keep moving on
There's no perfect endings

All the boys, voices cracking.
Oh, the moaning half tones.
Come summertime, we're all the same age here.
All the tension and the terror.
Thin limbed, gorgeous green eyes smiling.
And I'm going straight to hell.

All the possibility and promise just weighs on me so heavily.
And I try but I'm not convincing.
Your lips, they pout and twist.
And I die trying just to keep myself from kissing you.
You take in everything with a certainty I envy.
It's somehow all I need.
Just keep me guessing, please.

Darling, all of these awkwardjumpstartstalling conversations
mean much more to me than anything.
It comes down to me and you
and whether we're supposed to or not, we still will.
We're so much better off than them.

All the possibility and promise just weighs on me so heavily.
And I try but I'm not convincing.
Your lips, they pout and twist.
And I die trying just to keep myself from kissing you.
You take in everything with a certainty I envy.
It's somehow all I need.
Just keep me guessing, please.

A look,
a laugh,
a smile,
a second passes by and I regret it.
Words just aren't right.
Sometimes I just can't explain
all the ways you devastate me.
Always on my mind.

I try but I'm not convincing.
Your lips, they pout and twist.
And I die trying just to keep myself from kissing you.
You take in everything with a certainty I envy.
It's somehow all I need.
Just keep me guessing...

I try but I'm not convincing.
Your lips, they pout and twist.
And I die trying just to keep myself from kissing you.
You take in everything with a certainty I envy.
It's somehow all I need.

When the sun came up,
we were sleeping in,
sunk inside our blankets,
sprawled across the bed...
and we were dreaming.
There are moments when I know it
and the world revolves around us
and we're keeping it,
keeping it all going.
This delicate balance,
vulnerable,
all knowing.
(sing like you think no one's listening)
You would kill for this,
just a little bit.
So, sing me something soft.
Sad and delicate.
Or loud and out of key.
Sing me anything.
We're glad for what we've got,
done with what we've lost

And all the awkward way
that you recoil when I get close
and all the awful grin
that greets me when Im now alone
so down on hands and knees
choking gasping dripping spit
I just can't make good
on any of these promises

Then he asked me
what does that mean
what's another word for desperate
repetition makes an impression
what's another word for desperate
I won't be around here for too very long

So tip the bottle back
Bubble foam and watch it break.
We can all be sure
something awful's coming this way
so take this medicine
in measured doses, take your time

'cause they'll tear into you.
They will, they will.
They will, they will.

Then he asked me
what does that mean
what's another word for desperate
repetition makes an impression
So what's another word for desperate
I won't be around here for too very long
I won't be around here for too very long

And they'll tear into you
They will, they will
They will, they will.

Take it apart, letting it all go
Holding it all back, it's all just so...
Why did I care how did it go,
wait for awhile and not guess that.

I won't be around here for too very long.

And all our sins come back to haunt us in the end,
to hang around and tap us on the shoulder and smile.
Silent.
It's all implied,
"You'll die trying to live this down. You might as well forget it."
Still, I'm convinced that wondering "what if" is the worst thing there is.

So we bottled and shelved all our regrets.
Let them ferment and came back to our senses.
Drove back home and slept a few days,
woke up and laughed at how stupid we used to be.

And all these lines fall short of what I had in mind.
A failed attempt to capsulize a feeling,
so I just try fail and try and try again.
And someday, I swear I'm going to get it
because I'm convinced that giving in is the worst thing there is.

So we bottled and shelved all our regrets.
Let them ferment and came back to our senses.
Drove back home and slept a few days,
woke up and laughed at how stupid we used to be.

We'll get over it.
Sad, strong, safe and sober.
We'll move forward
and know where we went wrong
(but you can't go home again)

So we bottled and shelved all our regrets.
Let them ferment and came back to our senses.
Drove back home and slept a few days,

Damage control.
They're so thoroughly modern.
We'll tell you how it goes
It's not a serious problem.
So we can be convinced
and we can get convinced,
but either way, the truth is bound to get twisted.
You can take a break
when the fate of the world is
waiting on your next decision.

So I focused on what I've been promised
and they tore us open,
bled us dry of our dignity and money.

It's all under control
so keep holding it together.
Well, things just fall apart,
but you know we can't wait forever.

So come and try to keep, keep this stupid grin short
so you can keep your job.
They'll never know the difference.
Keep it going one day,
a month, a year or more.
Ignore that sinking feeling.

And I focused on what I've been promised
and they tore us open,
bled us dry of our dignity and money.

We should've seen it coming.
We should've seen it coming.
We should've seen it coming.
We left ourselves wide open.

So I focused on what I've been promised
and they tore us open,
bled us dry of our dignity and money.

So I focused on what I've been promised
and they tore us open,
bled us dry of our dignity and money.

Well, maybe we could all retain a bit our ourselves.
Remember who we were and keep on moving.
Put things in perspective.
Try and learn a lesson.
It's not life or death,
it's only business.

Your name here...
Believe me
It's not what you'd think
Wish what you want
It's all the same to me
Well, not really
But anyway
It's just- it's nothing so simple
Nothing so silly
Nothing so mundane

Go east on Sunrise Highway
Turn left at Carmen's Avenue
Go right at the first stoplight
I'll be outside waiting for you
I'll be waiting for you

Your name in lights
It was only a matter of time
Your name in parentheses
'Cause after this mess
I guess you bet
That I'd collapse before you do
Well, maybe that's true
Or maybe it's not at all

Go east on Sunrise Highway
Turn left at Carmen's Avenue
Go right at the first stoplight
I'll be outside waiting for you

Replacing old dreams of flattery from you as a hurricane
So go into this evacuation from this
You never meant to, you never meant to.
Call me. Call me. Answer.

Do you think that this could work out?
Do you think you could come around?
Do you think that this could work out again?
I don't.
I don't want to be forgotten,
While you're putting all your time in,
Into the things that don't mean anything to me.

It's too bad and it's even sadder losing everything
that I thought this was a lost cause.
It was and I never knew it, I never knew it.
Try 'em on and let 'em go, it might be best to just forget,
You walk away and know you're better off too
You're better off too
Call me. Call me. Answer.

Do you think that this could work out?
Do you think you could come around?
Do you think that this could work out again?
I don't.
I don't want to be forgotten,
While you're putting all your time in,
Into the things that don't mean anything to me.

Wasting faster than the hourglass
it's low, but I'm not ready
I'm not ok to make this harder than it already had to be.
Call me. Call me. Answer.

Do you think that this could work out?
Do you think you could come around?
Do you think that this could work out again?
I don't.
I don't want to be forgotten,
While you're putting all your time in,
Into the things that don't mean anything to me.

Do you think that this could work out?
Do you think you could come around?
Do you think that this could work out again?

And it takes more time than I've ever had.
Drains the life from me,
makes me want to forget.
As young as I was, I felt older back then.
More disciplined, stronger and certain.

But I was scared to death of eternity,
I was saved by grace,
but destroyed by naivety.
And I lied to myself
and said it was for the best.

So now faith is replaced with a logic so cold.
I've disregarded what I was.
Now that I'm older
and I know much more than I did back then.
But the more I learn,
the more I can't understand.

And I've become content with this life that I lead,
Where I drink too much and don't believe in much of anything.
And I lied to myself
and said "it's for the best."

We're moving forward, but holding ourselves back,

Moving in so like the smoke from your cigarette.
Every step closer's a step
that we both will regret.
Keeping a tally, but who can keep track.
Your over-reacting is taking me back to a time better left alone.

Holding onto the phone.
Holding onto this glass.
Holding onto the memory of what didn't last.
Waiting for better words,
they'll never come.
So dry your eyes,
it's better now it's done.

Keep a tight grip like a child
holding onto a swingset.
Waiting and hoping to find
what I can't figure out yet.
Please don't unless this is something you mean.
Another nightmare instead of a dream better left alone.

Holding onto the phone.
Holding onto this glass.
Holding onto the memory of what didn't last.
Waiting for better words,
they'll never come.
So dry your eyes.

Holding onto the phone.
Holding onto this glass.
Holding onto the memory of what didn't last.
Waiting for better words,
they'll never come.
So dry your eyes,
it's better now it's done.
I never lost so much.
I never lost so much.
I never lost so much.

Holding onto the phone.
Holding onto this glass.
Holding onto the memory of what didn't last.
Waiting for better words,
they'll never come.
So dry your eyes.

Holding onto the phone.
Holding onto this glass.
Holding onto the memory of what didn't last.
Waiting for better words,
they'll never come.
So dry your eyes,

You just can't relax
and you can't rely on anyone
for anything.
So you make your complaints on how everyone's let you down,
You just can't ever win.

Convinced there's a war on.
It's always everyone verses you.
Convinced that your critics are watching
and you've always got something...
You've always got something to prove.

So tie the noose and raise the cross
The martyr's arrived.
A desperate plea for sympathy
It's all you need.

A laundry list of problems doesn't make you interesting.
And never getting help doesn't make you brave.
Not listening to reason doesn't mean that you have faith.
You're just cutting off your nose to spite your face.
So tie the noose and raise the cross
The martyr's arrived.
A desperate plea for sympathy
It's all you need.

And you want it all...