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i try not to compare but the grass looks greener over there i work hard, you do too but what we both wanted only came to you and i'm sending you all my well wishes but the truth is, i'm jealous of you yeah i'm jealous of you yeah i'm jealous of you i try not to be sad just be grateful for all the things i have i don't like to say it out loud these green eyes don't make me proud chorus i try not to waste my time picking sour grapes from the vine just keep it moving it's all i can do just wish i wasn't so jealous of you chorus
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1. we are the women
we have the power to come together to save the day mothers before us sisters beside us daughters to guide us let love lead the way let love lead the way (let love lead the way) 2. we are the women we make our own choices we lift up our voices we are not afraid mothers before us sisters beside us daughters to guide us let love lead the way let love lead the way (let love lead the way) 3. we are the women all colors of skin and we will be voting on election day mothers before us sisters beside us daughters to guide us let love lead the way let love lead the way (let love lead the way) 1. quit hanging out with those friends they mess with your reputation as long as they keep judging what they think is a sin i just can't stand for them 2. quit letting them spoil your name don't you feel like you're being framed? they shoot you like bullets of blame and i don't like their aim don't you feel the same? 3. i'd love it if you could come back not just airplanes and panic attacks i just don't think that it would last considering our past so i don't even ask 4. they say every day that they serve you they're lying cause they got the nerve to make me feel like i don't deserve you i got no one to turn to god dammit i urge you 5. to quit hanging out with those friends they mess with your reputation i don't like to give ultimatums but i fuckin' hate 'em why'd you even create 'em? quit hanging out with those friends Lyrics ("melt with you" portion attributed to song of the same name by Modern English) fire’s coming round the mountain, babe, start running for the car no time for family photo albums, records, or guitars freeewheelin’ dylan was my savior but I cannot return the favor i know them all by heart anyways they’ll be blowin’ in the wind after the blaze you’re the only thing that i refuse to lose even driving toward death’s door, you’re my refuge when the world stops burning, this flame will continue and i’ll melt with you smoke’s clouding up our eyes, babe, open your ears and try to hear me they may not recognize our bodies but I’ve memorized your spirit leaving life is really scary but skin and bones are temporary my love for you’s the only truth that stays it will be blowin’ in the wind after the blaze you’re the only thing that i refuse to lose even driving toward death’s door, you’re my refuge when the world stops burning, this flame will continue and i’ll melt with you you say, girl i like it fast i say, boy that don’t surprise me for what it’s worth i didn’t even ask but you just gotta advise me i’m not hoping i’m not wishing i’m not asking for permission you keep talking i’m not listening my existence ain’t on trial here comes that crazy bitch again why does she get sensitive when you tell her she’d look better if she’d only fucking smile i didn’t ask you (woah) how you see me (ooh) i don’t need you (boy) just to be me (yeah) you say, girl you’re so emotional i say, boy you’re just afraid of living in a world where you’re losing control you cower in the power that i’m made of but it’s physical, political, emotional and spiritual it’s sexual, perpetual, habitual assault here comes that short skirt argument why does she get sensitive when you put your hands all over her and tell her it’s her fault is the weight of the world wreaking its havoc is the state of affairs so scary it hurts is that venomous voice in your head automatic just letting you have it making you feel like dirt baby you're the damn grand canyon baby you're a big great lake you got that majesty, that beauty you can see from outer space all those tall sequoias they didn't grow in just one day you know a landmark kind of life takes time and time is on the way time is on the way carving marvels out of clay yeah time is on the way is the hardest part of your day in the morning turn on your phone, feel alone, and lament does the pressure you feel steal your breath without warning feel that furrowed brow forming making you feel irrelevant baby you're the damn grand canyon baby you're a big great lake you got that majesty, that beauty you can see from outer space all those tall sequoias they didn't grow in just one day you know a landmark kind of life takes time and time is on the way time is on the way carving marvels out of clay yeah time is on the way time is on the way coming round to save the day so slow down, let it pave the way yeah time is on the way i've had enough of you i've had enough of you i sure wish your mouth came with some glue cause i've had enough of you it's not what you say but the way that you state it it's not what you serve up but the way that you plate it i'm already fed up 'fore i see the menu yes i've had enough of you you're like a book i can't read you're like a book i can't read the day i put you down was the day i was freed yeah you're like a book i can't read each word so much worse than the last i curse every page and skim past all this stuff, it's just fluff, a marshmallow stampede yeah you're like a book i can't read i concur with your scorn for my cynical ways it's a lazy and boring disguise but the soapbox you stand on takes up too much space and it's taking a toll on the roll on my eyes when that idiot wind starts to blow when that idiot wind starts to blow i always take it as my cue to go when that idiot wind starts to blow i don't like to watch when the emperor streaks or the way that the breath of a bragging man reeks i'm covering my eyes i'm plugging my nose when that idiot wind starts to blow yeah, i always take it as my cue to go when that idiot wind starts to blow i clicked the link that said add one to the basket i didn’t think i’d be this young shopping for a casket the whole thing was pink with pretty little flowers to match it we watched it sink deep down in the grave that we paid for to stash it in a way, the day she died, i did a little too i’d have to say it was the day pink turned blue when she was alive i’d get lost on a dime, broke down like a car i tried to drive away so many times but never got too far now i believe she’s giving me signs, i see ‘em in the stars even though grief made me blind now i see her fine, she’s on my radar in a way, she gave me the map, the key, and the gasoline i’d have to say she’s paving the way for red to turn green
a little knievel, a little james dean
a little of your mama, a little mr. clean a little love and laughter and kindness too that’s what i think a lot about when i think of you charismatic conor kent ever since the accident i've been wondering why you came and went so quickly sometimes this world just don’t make sense it gives and takes without consent you were heaven-sent and i’m hell-bent on keeping you with me my wrinkles they were worth it every last one my dare-devil guardian angel son a little country, a little hang ten a little let loose, a little hardworking a little adventure, a little smile too that’s what i think a lot about when i think of you i don’t want to pay a publicist to like me i don’t want to ask a journalist to write nice things about me i don’t want to beg my friends to come to my next show i don’t want to paste my stupid face on stupid clothes i just want to write a song that saves the world or pays my rent when chasing your dreams turns to chasing your tail you start asking yourself where the hell all the time went i don’t want to shake a hand and fake my admiration i don’t want to stoke or fan the flames of my frustration i don’t want to envy when my friends enjoy successes or provide for free bits of me just to see who it impresses i don’t want to be negative i’ll quit my bellyaching i don’t want to second guess my purpose or decision making i don’t want the past or future to chase me up a tree if i stay here in this moment, maybe my dreams might chase me |
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