Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song People Often Tell Me I'm Good at What I Do , by - Astronautalis. Release date: 05.04.2004
Song language: English
People Often Tell Me I'm Good at What I Do |
| I like living, it’s easy |
| Moves like a gift in a weather that’s breezy |
| Blew by my lips |
| Shakes like the uneasy when seduced by a kiss |
| I wanna slide my hand underneath your pillow where it fits |
| Walk to the ocean and wait for your orders |
| Sit up all night, watch the blue lights flick on the water |
| It’s all right if you never show |
| Just the idea that you might’s enough to keep my head afloat |
| I guess its all to common for people my height |
| Walk around, head in the clouds, ducking under streetlights |
| Hate the phone, the fax, the emails and the rest |
| Handwritten messages always seem to say it best |
| But once the pencil hits the paper and the pigs in the poke |
| Addressed in Sunday’s best with a stamp on the front |
| Teady to drop inside the box and take flight with the storks |
| I can’t seem to placate dreams and commit to the cause |
| I got a box of old letters, a brain filled with buzzards, |
| Ready to swoop down and pick apart my pain from my druthers |
| It’s inane and it hovers, at the back of your thoughts |
| Like poppin' pills dry inside the throat that get caught |
| I guess I was just scared it’d come out wrong, |
| So instead of sending those letters I wrote you this terrible song. |
| I guess, I’m still really scared, |
| And that’s the way it goes with being unprepared. |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to When the lights go up and the night’s all through |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to When the lights go up and the night’s all through |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to When the lights go up and the night’s all through |
| I wanna write good songs that |
| I wanna write good songs that |
| I wanna write good songs that |
| I wanna write good songs |
| I know I should have called you I know its six to seven digits |
| Misdirected by reflections and flickering televisions |
| Sometimes I like to steal odds and ends from peoples houses |
| New q-tips night-standing, digging pennies out of couches |
| I got a set of sticky fingers and a back built for hammocks |
| But this ain’t no doctor’s note and I ain’t no blank canvas |
| It’s just the way the pen is, I’m good at what I do From failing to falling in and out of touch with you |
| I wanna shake hands with the world and make mix tapes for America |
| And find the time to tell you the things I normally find embarrassing |
| You’ve always been fantastic, I’ve been foolish and sub-par |
| I hope for your sake, you’re hearing this song in a bar |
| Hope for your sake, you’re hearing this song in a bar |
| Hope for your sake, you’re hearing this song in a bar |
| Hope for your sake, you’re hearing this song in a bar |
| Hope for your sake, you’re hearing this song in a bar |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to When the lights go up and the night’s all through |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to When the lights go up and the night’s all through |
| I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to When the lights go up and the night’s all through |
| I wanna write good songs |
| I wanna write good songs (good songs) |
| I wanna write good songs |
| I wanna write good songs |
| Good songs |
| Good songs |
| Good songs |