Patrick James
Patrick James
Patrick James
Patrick James
Patrick James
Patrick James
Patrick James
Patrick James
Patrick James
Patrick James
This one also took forever and is cobbled from so many different things. The first bit and the fast 6/8 “something she said will stick in your head” bit are the best parts from a song I started over Christmas break and never demoed. The “did what I could turns out no good” and “rain again” bits are...
It doesn't matter where you are, and it don't matter who you are, it always feels right spending the night in the arms of the one you love
Didn't think that love was real, cause there's no correct way to feel
So I did what I could, if it turns out no good, guess I'll leave on my own, on my way, heading home without you
You can't be a concubine all the time (never said I could)
Can't mix hard to get with hard to find (didn't say I would)
I'm sealed and signed, but keep in mind, it's pantomime
Nothing to say again, looking like rain again, in my heart by my cell window
I'm losing my way again, was it ever there, my friend?
But then something she said will stick in your head, a mixture of dread and elation with nothing to show for it, nowhere to go with it, guess I'll just roll with it 'till it rolls by
Why can't a person stand alone in life?
Why must there be somebody else?
I guess it's something in the breeze, I feel it creepin' through the trees
But it's never because of things that I was but rather in the things I'm not
Take for example my resolve, my constant need to resolve
So let's let x equal y, let my ex tell you why where without wherewithal, I could out her at all as a fool
If obsolescence is the norm (couldn't say I care)
I guess I've the prescience to leave my dorm (never said I'd dare)
But keeping form, at my core I'm ill-informed
What is there to say, my friend? Could it be rain again? Is that clutter by my bedside or just me?
Give me a light, my friend, (yo, could I bum a cig, dude?), the way to your heart again
Just like fire's to ice and as naughty's to nice, I just figured that love is everything, never complying but sometimes crying over how clarity is so unclear
Who was the first one to absolve themselves?
And how couldn't it be for a girl?