Song Without a Chorus
๐ต 1409 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:36 duration
๐ ID: 18100993
๐ Lyrics
Well there's sand in my book
from writing on the beach
trying to find a song for you
that the ocean can only reach
and this beach is getting wider
than my train of thought is long
and each little grain of sand
is probably some other asshole poets song
so i'll try to get this right
before the sunburn says i'm wrong,
says i'm wrong
I keep on shooting clever guns
that blow up in my face
and what good to say i'm sorry
when it's time it wont erase
all the times I hit erase
on every word you said to me
then I just covered it up
like dogshit on a pretty city street
just to not piss off the neighbors
you know it's wonder I cant sleep, I cant sleep
well a song without a,
you know this is my first attempt
because that would only bore us
and the title would go limp
and all these words just keep on shooting
out my pen just like a gun
and i'm aiming at your ears
trying not to come undone
cuz you love the smell of gunshots
and the company of one. that's no fun
well they'll probably say this sucks you know
but I don't really care
and I used the "gunshot" word
so it wont get on the air
while those rappers do a driveby
and smoke crack and thank the lord
while this white-bread singer songwriter
has had to stand here looking bored
while i'm at it, I should probably mention
that all the guns I used in my
songs were fake...
not real... they're plastic.
now fuck... get real... blast it...
I still love you
from writing on the beach
trying to find a song for you
that the ocean can only reach
and this beach is getting wider
than my train of thought is long
and each little grain of sand
is probably some other asshole poets song
so i'll try to get this right
before the sunburn says i'm wrong,
says i'm wrong
I keep on shooting clever guns
that blow up in my face
and what good to say i'm sorry
when it's time it wont erase
all the times I hit erase
on every word you said to me
then I just covered it up
like dogshit on a pretty city street
just to not piss off the neighbors
you know it's wonder I cant sleep, I cant sleep
well a song without a,
you know this is my first attempt
because that would only bore us
and the title would go limp
and all these words just keep on shooting
out my pen just like a gun
and i'm aiming at your ears
trying not to come undone
cuz you love the smell of gunshots
and the company of one. that's no fun
well they'll probably say this sucks you know
but I don't really care
and I used the "gunshot" word
so it wont get on the air
while those rappers do a driveby
and smoke crack and thank the lord
while this white-bread singer songwriter
has had to stand here looking bored
while i'm at it, I should probably mention
that all the guns I used in my
songs were fake...
not real... they're plastic.
now fuck... get real... blast it...
I still love you
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:15.33] Well there's sand in my book
[00:18.07] from writing on the beach
[00:19.85] trying to find a song for you
[00:22.52] that the ocean can only reach
[00:24.32] and this beach is getting wider
[00:27.18] than my train of thought is long
[00:29.89] and each little grain of sand
[00:32.50] is probably some other asshole poets song
[00:34.33] so i'll try to get this right
[00:36.16] before the sunburn says i'm wrong,
[00:38.86] says i'm wrong
[00:44.39] I keep on shooting clever guns
[00:46.12] that blow up in my face
[00:48.88] and what good to say i'm sorry
[00:50.68] when it's time it wont erase
[00:53.36] all the times I hit erase
[00:55.13] on every word you said to me
[00:57.83] then I just covered it up
[00:59.64] like dogshit on a pretty city street
[01:02.47] just to not piss off the neighbors
[01:05.15] you know it's wonder I cant sleep, I cant sleep
[01:12.39] well a song without a,
[01:15.08] you know this is my first attempt
[01:17.73] because that would only bore us
[01:19.56] and the title would go limp
[01:21.30] and all these words just keep on shooting
[01:24.17] out my pen just like a gun
[01:26.88] and i'm aiming at your ears
[01:28.61] trying not to come undone
[01:31.37] cuz you love the smell of gunshots
[01:34.10] and the company of one. that's no fun
[01:41.35] well they'll probably say this sucks you know
[01:44.04] but I don't really care
[01:46.75] and I used the "gunshot" word
[01:49.47] so it wont get on the air
[01:51.27] while those rappers do a driveby
[01:53.94] and smoke crack and thank the lord
[01:56.77] while this white-bread singer songwriter
[01:57.67] has had to stand here looking bored
[02:01.28] while i'm at it, I should probably mention
[02:03.93] that all the guns I used in my
[02:06.73] songs were fake...
[02:08.58] not real... they're plastic.
[02:13.96] now fuck... get real... blast it...
[02:19.32] I still love you
[02:26.67]
[00:18.07] from writing on the beach
[00:19.85] trying to find a song for you
[00:22.52] that the ocean can only reach
[00:24.32] and this beach is getting wider
[00:27.18] than my train of thought is long
[00:29.89] and each little grain of sand
[00:32.50] is probably some other asshole poets song
[00:34.33] so i'll try to get this right
[00:36.16] before the sunburn says i'm wrong,
[00:38.86] says i'm wrong
[00:44.39] I keep on shooting clever guns
[00:46.12] that blow up in my face
[00:48.88] and what good to say i'm sorry
[00:50.68] when it's time it wont erase
[00:53.36] all the times I hit erase
[00:55.13] on every word you said to me
[00:57.83] then I just covered it up
[00:59.64] like dogshit on a pretty city street
[01:02.47] just to not piss off the neighbors
[01:05.15] you know it's wonder I cant sleep, I cant sleep
[01:12.39] well a song without a,
[01:15.08] you know this is my first attempt
[01:17.73] because that would only bore us
[01:19.56] and the title would go limp
[01:21.30] and all these words just keep on shooting
[01:24.17] out my pen just like a gun
[01:26.88] and i'm aiming at your ears
[01:28.61] trying not to come undone
[01:31.37] cuz you love the smell of gunshots
[01:34.10] and the company of one. that's no fun
[01:41.35] well they'll probably say this sucks you know
[01:44.04] but I don't really care
[01:46.75] and I used the "gunshot" word
[01:49.47] so it wont get on the air
[01:51.27] while those rappers do a driveby
[01:53.94] and smoke crack and thank the lord
[01:56.77] while this white-bread singer songwriter
[01:57.67] has had to stand here looking bored
[02:01.28] while i'm at it, I should probably mention
[02:03.93] that all the guns I used in my
[02:06.73] songs were fake...
[02:08.58] not real... they're plastic.
[02:13.96] now fuck... get real... blast it...
[02:19.32] I still love you
[02:26.67]