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Andrea Gibson
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Dive (live)
I offen repeat myself and the second time's a lie I love you I love you See what I mean I don't and I do and I'm not talking about some girl I may be kissing on I'm talking about this world I'm blissing on and hating at the exact same time See life doesn't rhyme It's bullets and windchimes It's lynchings and birthday parties It's the rope that ties the noose and the rope that hangs the backyard swing It's the boy about to take his life and with a knife to his wrist he's thinking of only two things His father's fist and his mother kiss and he can't stop crying It's wanting tonight to speak the most honest poem I've ever spoken in my life Not knowing if that poem should bring you closer to living or dying Drowning or flying Cause life doen't rhyme Last night I prayed myslef to sleep woke this morning to find God's obituary scrolled in tears on my sheets Then walked outside to hear my neighbor erasing ten thousand years of hard labor With a single note of his violin and the sound of the traffic rang like a hymn as the holiest leaf of autumn fell from a plastic tree limb Beautiful- and ugly Like right now I'm needing nothing more then for you to hug me and if you do I'm going to scream like a caged bird See life doen't rhyme Sometimes love is a vulgar word Sometimes hate calles itself peace on the nightly news I heard saints preaching trues that would've burned me at the stake I've heard poets teling lies that made me delieve in Heaven Sometimes I imagine Hitler at seven years old A paintbrush in his hand at school 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Thinking what color should I paint my soul Sometimes I remember myself with track marks on my tounge From shooting up convictions that would've hung innocent men from trees Have you ever seen a mother falling to her knees The day her son dies in a war she voted for Can you imagine how many gay teenage lives were saved The day Matthew Shepard died Could there have been anything louder Then the noise inside his father's head When he begged the jury Please don't take the lives of the men who turned my son's skull to powder And I know nothing would make my family prouder Then given up everything I believe in Still nothing keeps me believing like the sound of my mother breathing Life doen't rhyme It's tasting a rapist's breath on the neck of a woman who loves you more than anyone as loved you before Then feeling holy a Jesus Beneath the hands of a one night stand who's calling somebody elses name It's you never feeling more greedy Than when you're handing out dollars to the needy It's my not eating meat for the last seven years And seeing the kindest eyes I've ever seen in my life from the face of a man with a branding iorn in his hand A beat down baby calf whailing at his feet It's you coking on your beliefs It's your worst sin saving your fucking life It's the devil's kinfe carving holes in your soul so Angels will have a place to make their way inside Life doesn't rhyme Still life is poetry not math All the Worlds a stage But the stage is a medditation match You tilt your head back You breathe When your heart is broken you plant seeds in the cracks and you pray for rain You teach your sons and daughters there a sharks in the water but the only way to survive is to breathe deep and dive
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