Speechwriters Llc - Wayback lyrics

rate me

The apple of another man's eye

You and I were getting high

In the middle of a broken down downtown

Nobody else around to interrupt us

I'd ask you if you want to get corrupt as the time allows

But I don't see how

We could ever walk the high road in this town

So I look at you and burn as the summer setting sun goes down

And it's a story I imagine's been told

Since the apple crop of old got sold

To a brown-eyed girl named Eve

And the price of paradise became too much for me

So I cover up my nakedness before you and stand

Half a shadow of a broken and dilapidated man

Caught hanging 'round the stairwell

Staring at the slippers that you're wearing

Like a ruby pair of high-heeled shoes

And if there's nothing left to lose, why do I hesitate so?

Yeah, it's going to bruise, but the pain's not so great

So anyone could tell you, it doesn't hurt a goddamned soul

Or take up too much time

But something tells me I should go

Grab my things and hit the road

Sing my things you'll never know

And walk too slowly

On the way back home

I find it easier to breathe

And tell myself what to believe

Another night falls and nobody calls

It's got you staring at the walls

As the thoughts of all that crawls get the best of you

'Cause there's a million ways to die, but it just takes one

For everything you're working on to come undone

Luck favors not the rich, middle, poor nor prepared man

And going anywhere can result in getting scared out your chair

So take this paranoia from my shaking hands

And be there when this jet plane lands

To put me back together

In the shape of a man that can hold you tight

And I will bury you in tales of a land

Where everything is always going just like we planned

Much better than the shit that we're in

But you're drifting again

I can't seem to make it through to you

But that's the way it always goes

And I should probably find my clothes

I'll sing my things you'll never know

And walk too slowly

On the way back home

I find it easier to breathe

And tell myself what to believe