Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Could Write a Book , by - Dan WallSong from the album Enjoy Yourself!, in the genre ДжазRelease date: 16.12.2013
Record label: audiophile
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Could Write a Book , by - Dan WallSong from the album Enjoy Yourself!, in the genre ДжазI 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 |
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