Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Common Ground for a Wallflower, artist - Courtney Marie Andrews. Album song Painters Hands and a Seventh Son, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 01.07.2009
Record label: River Jones Music Label
Song language: English
Common Ground for a Wallflower |
Just when I had everything figured out |
I let too many words open my small mouth |
He held me once in a room |
It was unattended, and it tasted of an artist’s perfume |
He graced my naked back |
My only sheet was a black dress |
Woke up to a cold windy city |
Woke up trying to keep the memory |
I was poisoned into lying through my teeth |
While his words were spoken only truthfully |
Lost my shoes in the mud |
Walked away clean, trying to be tough |
I was trying to be tough |
There’s nothing in between love and hate |
When it comes down to it |
So you can walk clean away |
Or you can act in the play |
That we so easily put on for them |
There was residence of hope in my heart |
Til' I got dealt the unlucky card |
Though the buildup was fun |
The letdown wasn’t worth it all |
So I stole us our midnight drinks |
And he got dealt our morning fix |
Then we let the honesty pour |
Until it knocked us out into a deep sleep, into a bad dream |
Is this a bad dream? |
He said he used to be like me |
A musical mess, depressed, with anxiety |
My ears only took half of his advice |
Happiness comes so easily to him |
For me it’s a fight, it’s always been a fight |
There’s nothing in between lovers and friends |
When it comes down to it |
So you’ve made up your mind, and I’m not worth your time, but I can be useful |
in your life |
I’ll push the pedal in deep, you’re in the passanger seat, I’ll get is there as |
fast as I can |
So we can go our seperate ways, I mean this was just a stage of the rest of our |
lives |
I’m growing too weak to fight, At least I gave you a try… |
I just spoke too soon |
Did I speak too soon? |
Spoken: |
I’d like to think I’m not anyone, but another someone. |
Someone as real as a lie, |
and someone as fake as the truth. |
I contain a caged heart, and 3 year-old |
boots. |
And sometimes, I speak too soon |