Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thank You, artist - Sage Francis. Album song Copper Gone, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Strange Famous
Song language: English
Thank You |
You gave me language as a gift, I turned it against you |
I was stupid, I was young, I was hanged by my Judas tongue |
You shouldn’t give weapons to kids that don’t know better |
They can’t possibly understand that there’s no such thing as forever |
For every letter in the alphabet |
You said connect ‘em to a happy word, no matter how bad things get |
I did my best, but the pickings got slim |
Once I arrived at «X» and I had to think of synonyms |
Weighed ‘em against the antonyms, I was hanging with all the mannequins |
Who are on a constant search for a person’s amputated limbs |
Almost offered up my own, trading in my arms and legs |
You said, «Learn to express yourself if you’re gonna stand for things.» |
I stood up without expression, stood up against everything including you |
I was stupid, I was adolescent, but I had your lessons to cling on to |
And I want you to know how much it helped |
Considering everything that I’d gone through |
There was a period without periods, run on sentences were like binges |
I was a comma with no pause, a rebel with no clause |
Anxiety is no excuse once there’s nothing left to separate |
We could have connected, but didn’t |
I was ignorant, passed out on the spacebar |
The further we drifted apart the closer |
I came to realizing just how amazing you are |
Now that you’re gone I’mma say it to the stars |
‘Til my words knock worlds off their axis and the universe collapses |
Thank you for the matches, for the gift of fire |
For the wood and the axe, for whooping my ass |
For the wheel even if you didn’t invent it |
For the impact that you had on me, it’s epic, thank you for the effort |
For teaching me the ABC’s even if I never make my way to «Z» |
Even if I never do for someone else exactly what you did for me |
Thank you |
I was a stupid son of a gun with initials carved into me |
I was a stray, a runaway, afraid someday you’d shoot me |
So I scratched off the letters with a pocket knife |
That’s how I loss my way when I was tossed into the fray |
This is not my life, who am I kidding, this is a thank you note |
Disguised as a written apology for everything you taught to me |
So awkwardly I approach the open microphone with everything that I wrote |
Clear my throat, adjust the collar on my coat |
As I rock crowds, microphones and boats and then I stroke |
Whatever little ego I have left, I should have left it at the alter |
But I didn’t cause I’m an idiot, self-deprecating author |
With a paperback edition that isn’t worth a flip through |
If I don’t give you the credit that you deserve |
You edited the words from the grave and beyond |
From the first sign of sun rays at dawn |
'Til the moonbeams set blaze to my lawn |
The universe collapses on my front steps |
So we get to share in that moment, for just one moment |
And nobody’s upset, there’s no more anger, there’s no more sunsets |
So I crawl back in the chamber, you can shoot me up |
You might as well, we had great communication before the tower fell |
I’mma do my best, while you rest in peace |