song without a chorus Lyrics
| Song | song without a chorus |
| Artist | Butch Walker |
| Album | The Rise and Fall of... Butch Walker and The Let's-Go-Out-Tonites |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Walker | |
| Well there's sand in my book | |
| From writing on the beach | |
| Trying to find a song for you | |
| That the ocean can only reach | |
| And this beach is getting wider | |
| Than my train of thought is long | |
| And each little grain of sand | |
| Is some other asshole poets song | |
| So i'll try to get this right | |
| Before the sunburn says i'm wrong, | |
| Says i'm wrong | |
| I keep on shooting clever guns | |
| That blow up in my face | |
| And what good to say i'm sorry | |
| When time it wont erase | |
| All the times i hit erase | |
| On every word you said to me | |
| And just covered it up | |
| Like dogshit on a pretty city street | |
| Just to not piss off the neighbors | |
| No wonder i cant sleep, i cant sleep | |
| A song without a chorus, | |
| This is my first attempt | |
| Cuz that would really bore us | |
| And the title would go limp | |
| But these words just keep on shooting | |
| Out my pen just like a gun | |
| And i'm aiming at your ears | |
| Trying not to come undone | |
| Cuz you love the smell of gunshots | |
| And the company of one.. no fun | |
| They'll probably say this sucks | |
| But i don't really care | |
| And i used the "gunshot" word | |
| So it wont get on the air | |
| While the rappers do a driveby | |
| And smoke crack then praise the lord | |
| While a white-bread singer songwriter | |
| Has to stand here looking bored | |
| And while i'm at it, i should mention | |
| That all the guns i used in my | |
| Songs were fake... | |
| Not real... plastic.. | |
| ****... get real... blast it... | |
| I still love you |
| zuo qu : Walker | |
| Well there' s sand in my book | |
| From writing on the beach | |
| Trying to find a song for you | |
| That the ocean can only reach | |
| And this beach is getting wider | |
| Than my train of thought is long | |
| And each little grain of sand | |
| Is some other asshole poets song | |
| So i' ll try to get this right | |
| Before the sunburn says i' m wrong, | |
| Says i' m wrong | |
| I keep on shooting clever guns | |
| That blow up in my face | |
| And what good to say i' m sorry | |
| When time it wont erase | |
| All the times i hit erase | |
| On every word you said to me | |
| And just covered it up | |
| Like dogshit on a pretty city street | |
| Just to not piss off the neighbors | |
| No wonder i cant sleep, i cant sleep | |
| A song without a chorus, | |
| This is my first attempt | |
| Cuz that would really bore us | |
| And the title would go limp | |
| But these words just keep on shooting | |
| Out my pen just like a gun | |
| And i' m aiming at your ears | |
| Trying not to come undone | |
| Cuz you love the smell of gunshots | |
| And the company of one.. no fun | |
| They' ll probably say this sucks | |
| But i don' t really care | |
| And i used the " gunshot" word | |
| So it wont get on the air | |
| While the rappers do a driveby | |
| And smoke crack then praise the lord | |
| While a whitebread singer songwriter | |
| Has to stand here looking bored | |
| And while i' m at it, i should mention | |
| That all the guns i used in my | |
| Songs were fake... | |
| Not real... plastic.. | |
| ... get real... blast it... | |
| I still love you |
| zuò qǔ : Walker | |
| Well there' s sand in my book | |
| From writing on the beach | |
| Trying to find a song for you | |
| That the ocean can only reach | |
| And this beach is getting wider | |
| Than my train of thought is long | |
| And each little grain of sand | |
| Is some other asshole poets song | |
| So i' ll try to get this right | |
| Before the sunburn says i' m wrong, | |
| Says i' m wrong | |
| I keep on shooting clever guns | |
| That blow up in my face | |
| And what good to say i' m sorry | |
| When time it wont erase | |
| All the times i hit erase | |
| On every word you said to me | |
| And just covered it up | |
| Like dogshit on a pretty city street | |
| Just to not piss off the neighbors | |
| No wonder i cant sleep, i cant sleep | |
| A song without a chorus, | |
| This is my first attempt | |
| Cuz that would really bore us | |
| And the title would go limp | |
| But these words just keep on shooting | |
| Out my pen just like a gun | |
| And i' m aiming at your ears | |
| Trying not to come undone | |
| Cuz you love the smell of gunshots | |
| And the company of one.. no fun | |
| They' ll probably say this sucks | |
| But i don' t really care | |
| And i used the " gunshot" word | |
| So it wont get on the air | |
| While the rappers do a driveby | |
| And smoke crack then praise the lord | |
| While a whitebread singer songwriter | |
| Has to stand here looking bored | |
| And while i' m at it, i should mention | |
| That all the guns i used in my | |
| Songs were fake... | |
| Not real... plastic.. | |
| ... get real... blast it... | |
| I still love you |
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