Sage Francis - Threewrite (Non-Prophets) lyrics

This is to the (uh-uh) intertwined souls

the hands I've been trying to hold

This is to the (uh-uh) love that I lost

and all the troubling thoughts of how I got double-crossed

and this is to the (uh-uh) divorce I was forced to settle with

and the remorse I fought off with metal fists

and this is to the (uh-uh) wet, watery kiss I left you with

on your porch while I watched your trembling lips

This is to the... memory of our early years

the first girl I shared feelings with

and it's the realest thing I'd experienced in my short existence

I ain't afraid to admit

cause love is one of the things that doesnt come with an age limit

now does it? In fact I'ma have to say I'm more keen to feel such things

hopeful dreams I'd lost in a smokescreen of meaningless fucking

Touching without touching, candles in the dark

casting shadows on our parents battles, this is for the romantics at heart

It wasn't too long before I held you more then my pen

when I wasn't writing songs, it was something like

"Forever and always, whenever those songs play..."

I remember empty hallways

or your image that descended from the top floor became an echo

I paid the price for those hard things, and couldn't afford to let go

From a passive debt, I'm past regret

Did you know I dreamt about you before we met?

Remembering our first kiss, it hadn't even happened yet

Recollecting your set, and I wasn't ever given the chance to forget

I guess that's the magic of it

Now every rehashed subject's displaying what I wrote

on cafe napkins to the public

to get it over and done with, closure hath cometh

My shoulders have plummeted from holding these buckets

Hold your laughs till I go back to the tunnels of Paris

where I wrote half of these paragraphs... but fuck it

This is to my ten year story, in another decade

you better be better prepared for me

in the first four years, you were all ears

then the next six, you left me for the next EX

THEN WENT DEF TO MY MESSAGE

So that began my affair with the world abroad

Behind the curtain with the other hurtful girls I explored

Until I became the monster, turning to the words that I record

Pardon me, if you heard it all before

"I didn't shake you to hurt you"

when you landed on the floor

In a room of naked virtue

I closed my eyes to cancel what I saw

Your hand made the first move to the handle of the drawer

where the frail girl couldn't think to live

"I didn't shake you to hurt you"

I never planned it before

I can't shake off your perfume, can't wash my hands no more

and I'm breaking my curfew, but I can't walk

I'm standing at the door, I hear the wailing of a little kid

...and the failure of innocence

His compromise eyeing the side of the kitchen sink

What'you think, I just let you cut you, cut me-- cut the bullshit

Damn, I love the hugs enough to tolerate

the way we made each other crazy, making it so tough to operate productively

my self esteem didn't help when I felt ugly

and I figured that's the reason why you wouldn't touch me

My ego does bleed, I should've let you test it

and let your arms free to follow through with your domestic slip up

Love is a battlefield so lick your shots quick

while I lick my wounds and then resume as an obvious target

Infatuations with the past protect my Purple Heart with

a faded picture I had in my shirt pocket

I'm going out with a bang..

in a blaze of glory holes, the anti-hero

I don't care how many ways the story's told

Be careful when these doolies play like drums

and watch what you foolishly say, because my uzi weighs a tongue..

This is to the sleepless evenings that I spent next to grave stones

Hoping someone from beyond would grab my arm and take me home

I half accepted I'd have to make it alone

after feeding everything I had into a payphone

and this is to the rain..

It felt like it was made of spit

My parade was an unbreakable chain of Gabe's trumpets

Save the buckets even though they weighed down my walking

You don't know the height of the steak you place your fork in

You look old (that's what you said)

I feel old (that's what I said)

I been through a lot since you been gone, dead, born again

torn to shreads over girls who were porcelain

the cry-baby dolls, when we were allowed to talk again

I stopped accepting wake-up calls (that ring true)

I hate the way I fall for everything you do

Our fate is flawed, that's why I make these break-up songs to sing to you

Musics my only psychiatric drug

And you're a pill in human form I'd like to hide under my tongue

Kiss the foot that couldn't fit into the slipper of my mouth

The denizen in your house begging for the benifit of your doubts

When I got kicked out, I played the faithful puppy dog

Loyal to the love alost, sitting by your fucking door in utter disbelief

I sucked all of the skin off of my teeth

you pulled away, you let me choke on your invisible leash

You can find me hiding these screams behind my eyelids

She blinded me (she blinded me) with silence..

So my air-mail lips blew her a fairwell kiss

Slinking over the sink, where all the hair gel drips

Stairwells dip deep into her mouth where I found a cycle

and ever since then, I've been on a downward spiral

this round is final, it's time to recover

because it's a porch that some dogs choose to die under

the first song was a breakdown, I apologize in round two

this version im certain, this shit ain't even about you

It's the threewrite..