Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Could Write a Book, artist - Dan WallAlbum song Enjoy Yourself!, in the genre Джаз
Date of issue: 16.12.2013
Record label: audiophile
Song language: English
I Could Write a Book |
Mom, I know I let you down |
And though you say the days are happy |
Why is the power off, and I’m fucked up? |
And, Mom, I know he’s not around |
But don’t you place the blame on me |
As you pour yourself another drink, yeah. |
I guess we are who we are |
Headlights shining in the dark night I drive on |
Maybe we took this too far |
I went in headfirst |
Never thinking about who what I said hurt, in what verse |
My mom probably got it the worst |
The brunt of it, but as stubborn as we are |
Did I take it too far? |
But regardless I don’t hate you 'cause, Ma, |
You’re still beautiful to me, 'cause you’re my mom |
Though far be it from you to be calm, our house was Vietnam |
Desert Storm and both of us put together can form an atomic bomb equivalent to |
Chemical warfare |
And forever we can drag this on and on |
But, agree to disagree |
That gift from me up under the Christmas tree don’t mean shit to me |
You’re kicking me out? |
It’s 15 degrees and it’s Christmas Eve (little prick |
just leave) |
Ma, let me grab my fucking coat, anything to have each other’s goats |
Why we always at each other’s throats? |
Especially when dad, he fucked us both |
We’re in the same fucking boat, you’d think that it’d make us close (nope) |
Further away it drove us, but together headlights shine, a car full of |
belongings |
Still got a ways to go, back to grandma’s house it’s straight up the road |
And I was the man of the house, the oldest, so my shoulders carried the weight |
of the load |
Then Nate got taken away by the state at eight years old, |
And that’s when I realized you were sick and it wasn’t fixable or changeable |
And to this day we remained estranged and I hate it though, but |
'Cause to this day we remain estranged and I hate it though |
'Cause you ain’t even get to witness your grand babies grow |
But I’m sorry, Mama, for «Cleaning Out My Closet», at the time I was angry |
Rightfully maybe so, never meant that far to take it though, |
'cause now I know it’s not your fault, and I’m not making jokes |
That song I no longer play at shows and I cringe every time it’s on the radio |
And I think of Nathan being placed in a home |
And all the medicine you fed us |
And how I just wanted you to taste your own, |
But now the medications taken over |
And your mental state’s deteriorating slow |
And I’m way too old to cry, the shit is painful though |
But, Ma, I forgive you, so does Nathan, yo |
All you did, all you said, you did your best to raise us both |
Foster care, that cross you bear, few may be as heavy as yours |
But I love you, Debbie Mathers, oh, what a tangled web we have, |
'cause one thing I never asked was |
Where the fuck my deadbeat dad was |
Fuck it, I guess he had trouble keeping up with every address |
But I’d have flipped every mattress, every rock and desert cactus |
Own a collection of maps and followed my kids to the edge of the atlas |
Someone ever moved them from me? |
That you coulda bet your asses |
If I had to come down the chimney dressed as Santa, kidnap them |
And although one has only met their grandma once |
You pulled up in our drive one night as we were leaving to get some hamburgers |
Me, her and Nate, we introduced you, hugged you |
And as you left I had this overwhelming sadness come over me |
As we pulled off to go our separate paths, |
And I saw your headlights as I looked back |
And I’m mad I didn’t get the chance to thank you for being my Mom and my Dad |
So, Mom, please accept this as a tribute I wrote this on the jet |
I guess I had to get this off my chest, |
I hope I get the chance to lay it before I’m dead |
The stewardess said to fasten my seatbelt, I guess we’re crashing |
So if I’m not dreaming, I hope you get this message that I’ll always love you |
from afar |
'Cause you’re my Ma |
I want a new life (start over) |
One without a cause (clean slate) |
So I’m coming home tonight (yeah) |
Well, no matter what the cost |
And if the plane goes down |
Or if the crew can’t wake me up |
Well, just know that I’m alright |
I was not afraid to die |
Oh, even if there’s songs to sing |
Well, my children will carry me |
Just know that I’m alright |
I was not afraid to die |
Because I put my faith in my little girls |
So I never say, «Goodbye, cruel world.» |
Just know that I’m alright |
I am not afraid to die |
I want a new life |