Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Broken Promise, artist - Scroobius Pip. Album song Distraction Pieces, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 18.09.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Speech Development
Song language: English
Broken Promise |
This is to anyone out there that’s listening |
From anyone who ever let you down and went missing |
Lovers, parents, best friends, and siblings |
Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men |
This is to anyone out there that’s listening |
From everyone that ever let you down and went missing |
Lovers, parents, best friends, and siblings |
Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men |
I’m sorry I wasn’t who you thought I was |
Fuck it, I’m sorry I wasn’t who I thought I was |
I said no matter what, I’d always be there, but that wasn’t honest |
Because I’m not |
And cause that ain’t how life goes |
Broken promise |
Growing up, I always thought I was one of the good guys |
I thought it was black and white like that |
That I could nurture my good side |
But I’ve caused hurt and I’ve stripped pride |
Both on the surface and inside |
I wasn’t cursed with a dark side, I was just normal |
Average, regular, nothing special, I’m telling you |
Just being human makes you both God and the Devil’s clear replica |
I’ve had my emotions crushed and maybe crushed a few along the way |
And at the time, I meant every single word I would say |
Every word of love, and every word of hate |
Every time I would adore, and every time I’d berate |
But time passes, and sometimes those emotions fade |
Making liars of both the threats and the promises made |
But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time? |
How can a lie be a lie if you mean it at the time? |
A lie can’t be a lie if you mean it at the time |
How can a lie be a lie if you mean it? |
This is to anyone out there that’s listening |
This is to |
This is to anyone out there that’s still breathing |
I bought a heartbreak hotel |
On my own, with no investors |
Closed it down and opened the «Fuck you, get over it» bed and breakfast |
In loving memory of having loving memories |
Of combustible emotions, and having real enemies |
Typically poetically dramatic endings |
Were once a trademark of mine |
Patents pending |
And the mighty height of emotions on parting ways |
Was always grander than the connections of the early days |
When we were fighting, there used to be thunder and lightning |
Ferociously frightening, a clash of the titans |
Emotions heightened, every single muscle tightened |
An addiction to the thrill of the fight, the excitement |
Love at first sight always seemed unconsidered |
I’d rather love at first fight, and then onto double figures |
An unconditional love? |
Well, that just means nothing |
In love with the mere idea of loving something |
Always just hunting for that near-life experience |
In fear of missing something vital from your own existence |
All your emotions subconsciously thought out and scripted |
Less about how you’re feeling |
More about how you fucking depict it |
But all that stops when one day you just decide to stop playing along |
That point in time when the most amazing things in the world can just as easily |
seem |
Pedestrian |
You’ve lost both that loving and that loathing feeling |
Turns out, hell does have a bottom |
And heaven, a ceiling |
Both love and hate become opaque in time’s wake |
A face that once summons rage, now summons nothing |
Whether it’s emotions tethered, nerve endings severed |
Or just the outlook you acquire when you’re a little more weathered |
Remaining conscious of this all, and in a way, feeling above it |
Still feels like bad riddance to good rubbish |
But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time? |
How can a lie be a lie if you mean it? |