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Te Amo
06:03
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Let me start out by saying I forgive you
And that I don't want you to regret your descions
It was the best that you had for me at the time
You gave me all you could and the best that you had was goodbye
She said,
I will see you soon my son
If not today then tomorrow in another life
And if that falls through well I’ve got yesterday
And my dreams of where you are today
Dear Mother,
How are you?
What’s life like and what do you do?
You were always just a story to me
Not one that I would ever see
And I can see the untold stories in your eyes
Like you’ve got so much to say
But we have so little time so please don’t waste it
By saying nothing at all
The notebooks flood as the river of words
Flows onto the pages of things that you promised you would one day say to me
I’ve still got that note that you wrote for me
A month after you gave me away
My Spanish might be broken, but my heart is ok
Dear Mother,
How are you?
What’s life like and what do you do?
You were always just a story to me
Not one that I would ever see
And I can see the untold stories in your eyes
Like you’ve got so much to say
But we have so little time so please don’t waste it
By saying nothing at all
My Spanish might be broken, but my heart is ok
My Spanish might be broken, but she knows I am ok
I’m not broken and I feel ok
We finally found each other and were gonna be ok
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It’s not that I don’t believe
I just want some answers
I just want to know
That it’s worth the wait
I don’t agree with everything
But am I allowed to pick and choose
The rules that I want to follow?
Maybe that’s why they say it’s hypocritical
If I’m being honest with myself
I’m more afraid of going to hell
I just want to see my family again
Because I know I won’t in this life
Is that selfish of me?
To be scared into my beliefs
Just to please my family
So I can join them again someday
It’s hard for me to just ignore
All the blood that’s been shed
The persecution for believing something else
Is it possible that it’s just a scheme?
A way to control the masses
For a promise of eternal life
It sickens me deep down inside
That anyone had to die
Did you look him in the eyes?
As he lay on the frozen ground
With his blood on your hands
Who’s going to tell his family?
Will you look his daughter in the eyes?
Tell her that you had to kill her father
Because he doesn’t believe the same things as you
How do you live with yourself?
Is it still murder if God said to do it?
Or does it make it easier to fall asleep?
I hope you hear his screams at night
But it’s sad to think that he would have done the same thing
For his God
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I drove around my old neighborhood
The smell of the trees and the grass must have brought me back
I could see our parents in the driveway as we biked away
Living in our innocents and joy as we watched the world through a different set of eyes
I let the memories take me back, oh take me back
To the games of cops and robbers in our backyards
As we chase each other in the rain and snow
I think, oh I know, that I’m never gonna feel this way again
Do you still think about what you thought that you were going to be?
How this is never what you thought that you were going to be?
Do you ever think you got the short end of the stick?
The world never gave me what I thought it would or what it should
As I drove away I thought I saw my grandparents waving goodbye
I could hear their voices as I turned around to wave goodbye
I don’t know why I thought that they’d be standing there
Like they used to when I was young before they passed away
Do you still think about what you thought that you were going to be?
How this is never what you thought that you were going to be?
Do you ever think you got the short end of the stick?
The world never gave me what I thought it would or what it should
I drove around my old neighborhood
The smell of the trees and the grass must have brought me back
I could see our parents in the driveway as we biked away
Living in our innocents and joy as we watched the world through a different set of eyes
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Break through your barrier of a selfish attitude
Let it go like its ok to loose
You’ve been the winner, but you seem so very blind
Who will hold you up at the end of time?
Slowly realize that no one’s coming back for you
That you have always had a selfish attitude
The words hurt like bullets from the gun
Being held by the man who you thought was the one
As you bleed and slowly hit the floor
You pray to God that you promise to do more
But he’s doing his best to even out the score
So pray to God that he opens up his door
As you watch conveniently above
Nothing changes even for the ones you thought you loved
They merely shake it off and say “I’m sure she will be missed”
But judging by their selfish attitudes they don’t believe in this
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Delicate
04:50
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I’m a perfectionist at heart
It is worse than it seems
I try to set myself apart
To fulfill an impossible dream
She’s always catching breaks
Acts like she’s ok
I can’t help but think it’s fake
That’s what makes me feel ok
I work so hard
For not much pay at all
How’d she get so far?
I’ve never felt so small
Poured myself into these lines
Just so I can feel fine
Is it even worth it at all?
I’ve never felt so small
I feel like I’m tied down to a treadmill
That’s taking me no where
And there’s pictures hanging in front of me
Trying to convince me that life is fair
I feel like I’m stuck
Hey maybe next year
We’ll find out if I give up
But that’s my biggest fear
I work so hard
For not much pay at all
How’d she get so far?
I’ve never felt so small
Poured myself into these lines
Just so I can feel fine
Is it even worth it at all?
I’ve never felt so small
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If I Forget
05:31
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Do you ever think about
What the futures going to be?
Does it bug you like
An itch you just can’t reach?
Do you ever think about the past?
Your childhood, how it’s never coming back
Old relationships
And why they didn’t last?
Do you just ignore the fact
That we share a part of history
That did its best
To shape and shift you and me?
Do you dwell on the little things?
Like what’s for dinner
What’s going on tomorrow
Does this help you to fall asleep?
It doesn’t make for
An interesting life
But you seem to be happy like you’re doing alright
Living in your ignorance and your light
Well I guess that I could just give it a try
My father told me
Learn from other people’s mistakes
Be honest and true
Even when they’re being fake
But I have seen
The disappointment in his eyes
Heard it in his voice
As he asked me why
Did you try to be
Something that you’re not
Son, you keep on searching
As if you’re lost
I said I don’t know who I am
Or what I want to be
But I love my mistakes
Cause they’re what made me
Made me, me
Do you ever feel like
Time past you by?
Opportunity came
But you were lost in the sky
Do you ever see ghosts?
When you’re up late at night
The ones of yesterday and tomorrow
Like they’re trying to start a fight
Sometimes I think
I’m the only one
Whoever lays awake
And questions everything they’ve done
When I ignore the fact that
You’re gone and never coming back
That the memories are all I have
If I forget
That I am going to die
Just like my grandparents
And my parents too
Well then I finally start to feel ok
My father told me
Learn from other people’s mistakes
Be honest and true
Even when they’re being fake
But I have seen
The disappointment in his eyes
Heard it in his voice
As he asked me why
Did you try to be
Something that you’re not
Son, you keep on searching
As if you’re lost
I said I don’t know who I am
Or what I want to be
But I love my mistakes
Cause they’re what made me
Made me, me
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