歌曲 | The Whale |
歌手 | Sims |
专辑 | Field Notes |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
All you ever seem to say is, “probably not today” | |
and all you ever seem to do is come up with some new excuses | |
and I was reaching out | |
but hey, I can’t wait forever | |
And it’s true, that new development | |
burning element took your home from you | |
forced your hand to move | |
nothing else to do | |
high demand no other plan | |
you’ve got everything to lose | |
she’s yelling always, all day | |
she takes your shit to the hallway | |
you’re quiet, you hide it | |
but your eyes tell what you won’t say | |
you feel bad, smoke good | |
think about your own dad and how could you | |
carve your name in that rosewood | |
you drink, you sniff, you pop | |
that might get you through the evening | |
god dam this hell is hot | |
you flirt, you touch, you fuck | |
that might get you to the AM | |
might change a bit of luck | |
it’s that violence under your eyelids | |
you swim to the closest island | |
so busy emptying the bottle | |
you didn't see the message | |
you passed over those passing ships | |
staring at your wreckage | |
and you closed every door | |
while I was there | |
ready to step in | |
all the noise can’t prepare you for how quiet that storm gets | |
the whale | |
the whale | |
the whale | |
the harpoon | |
the whale | |
And I was mad at how you shut me out | |
how many second chances that you get | |
and fuck up | |
and I scream get over it | |
knuckle up you fucking chump | |
and I know enough | |
but that’s not enough | |
you’re loyal as a dog | |
and you’re sick as one as well | |
you try to hide your eyes | |
but everyone can tell | |
you’re so far beneath the floor that | |
you can’t even see the ceiling | |
waiting on that good old | |
that good old feeling | |
that knot in your pocket to stop you from sobbing | |
puts a block in your thoughts but it’s not stopping your problems | |
and I want to say something | |
but I’m afraid that’ll be nothing | |
that all you’l hear is a judgement | |
like somehow I’m above it | |
so I turn a cheek and I walk away | |
but just this week I heard them say | |
what you do with your pay | |
and I felt pain, and I felt shame | |
and I’ve done this once before | |
when I tried to save my old man from chasing that fish out to sea | |
but he was too far out of reach | |
lucky me, he hit bottom | |
washed up safely on the beach | |
not the same for Mikey | |
R.I.P EYE | |
I think about him every week | |
I think about you even more | |
hoping you’ll find peace at war | |
or tell yourself to cease fire | |
I wrote this in place of writing you a eulogy | |
so please excuse my use of— | |
it’s not my usually | |
the whale | |
the whale | |
the whale | |
the harpoon | |
the whale |
All you ever seem to say is, " probably not today" | |
and all you ever seem to do is come up with some new excuses | |
and I was reaching out | |
but hey, I can' t wait forever | |
And it' s true, that new development | |
burning element took your home from you | |
forced your hand to move | |
nothing else to do | |
high demand no other plan | |
you' ve got everything to lose | |
she' s yelling always, all day | |
she takes your shit to the hallway | |
you' re quiet, you hide it | |
but your eyes tell what you won' t say | |
you feel bad, smoke good | |
think about your own dad and how could you | |
carve your name in that rosewood | |
you drink, you sniff, you pop | |
that might get you through the evening | |
god dam this hell is hot | |
you flirt, you touch, you fuck | |
that might get you to the AM | |
might change a bit of luck | |
it' s that violence under your eyelids | |
you swim to the closest island | |
so busy emptying the bottle | |
you didn' t see the message | |
you passed over those passing ships | |
staring at your wreckage | |
and you closed every door | |
while I was there | |
ready to step in | |
all the noise can' t prepare you for how quiet that storm gets | |
the whale | |
the whale | |
the whale | |
the harpoon | |
the whale | |
And I was mad at how you shut me out | |
how many second chances that you get | |
and fuck up | |
and I scream get over it | |
knuckle up you fucking chump | |
and I know enough | |
but that' s not enough | |
you' re loyal as a dog | |
and you' re sick as one as well | |
you try to hide your eyes | |
but everyone can tell | |
you' re so far beneath the floor that | |
you can' t even see the ceiling | |
waiting on that good old | |
that good old feeling | |
that knot in your pocket to stop you from sobbing | |
puts a block in your thoughts but it' s not stopping your problems | |
and I want to say something | |
but I' m afraid that' ll be nothing | |
that all you' l hear is a judgement | |
like somehow I' m above it | |
so I turn a cheek and I walk away | |
but just this week I heard them say | |
what you do with your pay | |
and I felt pain, and I felt shame | |
and I' ve done this once before | |
when I tried to save my old man from chasing that fish out to sea | |
but he was too far out of reach | |
lucky me, he hit bottom | |
washed up safely on the beach | |
not the same for Mikey | |
R. I. P EYE | |
I think about him every week | |
I think about you even more | |
hoping you' ll find peace at war | |
or tell yourself to cease fire | |
I wrote this in place of writing you a eulogy | |
so please excuse my use of | |
it' s not my usually | |
the whale | |
the whale | |
the whale | |
the harpoon | |
the whale |
All you ever seem to say is, " probably not today" | |
and all you ever seem to do is come up with some new excuses | |
and I was reaching out | |
but hey, I can' t wait forever | |
And it' s true, that new development | |
burning element took your home from you | |
forced your hand to move | |
nothing else to do | |
high demand no other plan | |
you' ve got everything to lose | |
she' s yelling always, all day | |
she takes your shit to the hallway | |
you' re quiet, you hide it | |
but your eyes tell what you won' t say | |
you feel bad, smoke good | |
think about your own dad and how could you | |
carve your name in that rosewood | |
you drink, you sniff, you pop | |
that might get you through the evening | |
god dam this hell is hot | |
you flirt, you touch, you fuck | |
that might get you to the AM | |
might change a bit of luck | |
it' s that violence under your eyelids | |
you swim to the closest island | |
so busy emptying the bottle | |
you didn' t see the message | |
you passed over those passing ships | |
staring at your wreckage | |
and you closed every door | |
while I was there | |
ready to step in | |
all the noise can' t prepare you for how quiet that storm gets | |
the whale | |
the whale | |
the whale | |
the harpoon | |
the whale | |
And I was mad at how you shut me out | |
how many second chances that you get | |
and fuck up | |
and I scream get over it | |
knuckle up you fucking chump | |
and I know enough | |
but that' s not enough | |
you' re loyal as a dog | |
and you' re sick as one as well | |
you try to hide your eyes | |
but everyone can tell | |
you' re so far beneath the floor that | |
you can' t even see the ceiling | |
waiting on that good old | |
that good old feeling | |
that knot in your pocket to stop you from sobbing | |
puts a block in your thoughts but it' s not stopping your problems | |
and I want to say something | |
but I' m afraid that' ll be nothing | |
that all you' l hear is a judgement | |
like somehow I' m above it | |
so I turn a cheek and I walk away | |
but just this week I heard them say | |
what you do with your pay | |
and I felt pain, and I felt shame | |
and I' ve done this once before | |
when I tried to save my old man from chasing that fish out to sea | |
but he was too far out of reach | |
lucky me, he hit bottom | |
washed up safely on the beach | |
not the same for Mikey | |
R. I. P EYE | |
I think about him every week | |
I think about you even more | |
hoping you' ll find peace at war | |
or tell yourself to cease fire | |
I wrote this in place of writing you a eulogy | |
so please excuse my use of | |
it' s not my usually | |
the whale | |
the whale | |
the whale | |
the harpoon | |
the whale |