Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dedicated to Christina Li, artist - Watsky. Album song Cardboard Castles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Steel Wool
Song language: English
Dedicated to Christina Li |
The first time I went back to homeroom from the hospital |
I thought that being more embarrassed was impossible |
But God, the second time it really turned my stomach |
Now I’m the kid who collapses and then spazzes out in public |
This time was a bowling alley, the first was in the yard |
And kids in middle school just watched me trip and kicked me hard |
Except this girl named Crissie Li, who flips around at her desk |
And gives me the world’s biggest Disney card |
Wrote «best wishes,» and «kisses» where she signed it |
3 feet by 2 feet, I coulda hid behind it |
I didn’t like the pity from Christina Li though |
I’m thinking «Crissie, can’t you see I’m busy being emo?» |
‘Cause I think I mighta heard she maybe sorta liked me |
And since she wasn’t cool enough I guess I took it lightly |
Had braces and glasses and wasn’t Mrs. Popular |
And so I didn’t really give a thought to her |
A heart breaking sounds like guitar strings snapping |
It’s the notes of the song that’ll never happen |
And the wind in the leaves is the sound of ghosts clapping |
But a heart breaking sounds like guitar strings snapping |
There’s holes in my memory- it isn’t photographic |
There’s holes in my yearbook but the cut-out folks were plastic |
Ten years pass, I don’t cross paths |
With half the people from my class again 'til we meet at Crissie’s open casket |
Those who chose to ask it probably knew |
I could have dug in deeper if I’d wanted to |
But you couldn’t tell a thing was off on the surface |
And I didn’t know she was sick until I heard about her service |
She was born with a heart defect, used to the cold knife |
She’d been in and out of hospitals her whole life |
She knew the whole time, and never said why |
She felt my pain herself and helped me hold my head high |
The nicest folks are those who know the throes of crisis |
Though I know it’s crime to twist her life to fit my own devices |
Why’s it so hard to mourn, and then try to learn by this |
But lights that burn shortest |
Are the lights that burn brightest |
A heart breaking sounds like guitar strings snapping |
It’s the notes of the song that’ll never happen |
And the wind in the leaves is the sound of ghosts clapping |
But a heart breaking sounds like guitar strings snapping |
Our 8th grade yearbook page for dedicating songs wasn’t long |
Even in a school eleven hundred strong |
The yearbook advertised for months, but when it’s said and done |
Crissie bought six, the third most of anyone |
Alvin got «Your Faith in Me» by Jessica Simpson |
Pebbles got Richard Marx’s ballad «At the Beginning» |
It feels like sloppy poetry the way her life would end |
After sending Mariah Carrey’s «Any Time You Need a Friend» |
But corniness is honesty that’s wrapped in cliché |
And most slow jam lyrics aren’t shit I’m brave enough to say without a smirk |
But before she went to dirt she left us finally |
«I Will Remember You» to Geoff, Mike, Bry and me |
You can plot if you must |
Say it’s obviously fate, or explain that God is just |
But all I know is that until my body’s dust |
I will try to think of her as much as Crissie thought of us |
This one goes out to Christina |