Message Sent 歌词
| 歌曲 | Message Sent |
| 歌手 | Sage Francis |
| 专辑 | Personal Journals |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Francis | |
| I've got some letters inside of my drawer that should have been stamped and delivered | |
| One is addressed to my ex it says | |
| I'm the type of kid who can't be lived with | |
| One is addressed to my friends it says | |
| I'm a mess so y'all can't visit | |
| One is addressed to myself but | |
| I don't know what personality or hand to give it | |
| I'm a God damn misfit...mismatched, but never missed much | |
| Mr Right-time-wrong-place with a long face until our lips touch | |
| I don't miss the mistrust, its what got our messages mixed up | |
| Before I rip up your letters let us see if | |
| I can tear you away from his clutch | |
| This stuff's a whole other drawer from a different dresser | |
| I'm not ready to address | |
| I went to the west to get my mind off things and | |
| I'm already depressed | |
| I give up. | |
| Get let down. | |
| Down play. | |
| Play games. | |
| Put on my game face | |
| Face my pharmecudial needs and feed on my medicine, but | |
| I don't like the way it tastes | |
| I go place to place without enough money to put a bed under me | |
| So I share my sleeping space with rodents, insects, and dust bunnies | |
| I laugh at the mess | |
| I've created for myself until it gets unfunny | |
| But I'm content in the fact that they don't expect respect, sex, love, or trust from me | |
| When I'm hungry | |
| I can taste it | |
| I hide in the basement | |
| Check up on me every now and then | |
| Because my mood swings low...and | |
| I can feel myself going down again | |
| Falling off is easy. | |
| Getting put on takes a bit of ass kissing | |
| I'd rather listen to myself flop on the ground than hear the sound of a mattress spring | |
| I rap and sing and talk and write and often type with 2 fingers | |
| The "hunt and kill" method | |
| I edit one third of a word per second | |
| Your emails sit in my unsent box. | |
| If you're a girl that | |
| I miss You'll eventually get my virtual good bye kiss | |
| The rest are addressed to my friends and the subject line is "Just check this fine bitch" | |
| And the one for myself is untitled but...its the same virus | |
| My wrists get slit on your shoulder blades when | |
| I lose my grip while | |
| I hold your face | |
| Let it drip on your golden laced silver slip... spilling all over the place | |
| I'd lay my jacket over the blood puddle when we'd go on dates to prove that | |
| I'm a gentleman, peddling my bike at a slower pace "The sum of the parts doesn't equal the whole," she states | |
| Before my parents get home | |
| I'll take time to find the fragments of our relationship and glue back together this broken vase. | |
| Falling in love is easy. | |
| Falling out of love takes a bit of practice | |
| I'm good at both without even owning a mattress | |
| I never asked for a kiss without deserving one. | |
| If you never saw me cry before wait for the next time | |
| I wake up on the wrong side of the floor | |
| I've got some letters inside of my drawer that should have been sent by now | |
| Sealed in an envelope | |
| One is addressed to my ex and it says that | |
| I feel our friendship's a joke | |
| One is addressed to my friend and it says his ex-girlfriend's on coke | |
| And one is addressed to myself on a personal note | |
| Unopened...filled with endless quotes | |
| Whenever I spoke, they'd close me in and bust my lip | |
| Now I wear parenthesis on my temples, step to the podium and just think | |
| Whenever lonely | |
| I shrink...hold myself...squeezing tight | |
| Before I sprawl out on the hardwood floor and kiss myself to sleep at night | |
| I have dreams of flight, but | |
| I'm not floating | |
| The ground is approaching awfully quick | |
| So I wake up screaming for you to catch me | |
| That's what | |
| I start every day off with | |
| I may talk shit, but there ain't much else to do in this prison cell | |
| And lucky for me no one listens well...especially when | |
| I dis myself | |
| I'll fly away on a pig when my living hell freezes over | |
| And since | |
| I'm used to the cold | |
| I'll be able to rest my head on | |
| Jesus' shoulder | |
| Explanations are in order for why these floor boards are always freezing | |
| I guess it'll all make sense once we get older and reach the | |
| Age of Reason | |
| Until then, | |
| I'll have no reason to sleep in. | |
| Not even on weekends | |
| Unless we're together, because my will power will probably weaken | |
| Deepen my appreciation for the current condition because | |
| I'm sick of always feeling like something is missing. | |
| I slumber in one position. | |
| Crouched up an fetal like. | |
| And the couch sucks cuz my feet are like...given no space to breathe while | |
| I embrace my knees | |
| So its off to the floor because | |
| I can't sleep anywhere else | |
| That's where | |
| I write these letters to all of y'all but never send 'em | |
| It's better to just keep to myself | |
| Its better to just keep to myself | |
| Its better to just keep to myself |
| zuo qu : Francis | |
| I' ve got some letters inside of my drawer that should have been stamped and delivered | |
| One is addressed to my ex it says | |
| I' m the type of kid who can' t be lived with | |
| One is addressed to my friends it says | |
| I' m a mess so y' all can' t visit | |
| One is addressed to myself but | |
| I don' t know what personality or hand to give it | |
| I' m a God damn misfit... mismatched, but never missed much | |
| Mr Righttimewrongplace with a long face until our lips touch | |
| I don' t miss the mistrust, its what got our messages mixed up | |
| Before I rip up your letters let us see if | |
| I can tear you away from his clutch | |
| This stuff' s a whole other drawer from a different dresser | |
| I' m not ready to address | |
| I went to the west to get my mind off things and | |
| I' m already depressed | |
| I give up. | |
| Get let down. | |
| Down play. | |
| Play games. | |
| Put on my game face | |
| Face my pharmecudial needs and feed on my medicine, but | |
| I don' t like the way it tastes | |
| I go place to place without enough money to put a bed under me | |
| So I share my sleeping space with rodents, insects, and dust bunnies | |
| I laugh at the mess | |
| I' ve created for myself until it gets unfunny | |
| But I' m content in the fact that they don' t expect respect, sex, love, or trust from me | |
| When I' m hungry | |
| I can taste it | |
| I hide in the basement | |
| Check up on me every now and then | |
| Because my mood swings low... and | |
| I can feel myself going down again | |
| Falling off is easy. | |
| Getting put on takes a bit of ass kissing | |
| I' d rather listen to myself flop on the ground than hear the sound of a mattress spring | |
| I rap and sing and talk and write and often type with 2 fingers | |
| The " hunt and kill" method | |
| I edit one third of a word per second | |
| Your emails sit in my unsent box. | |
| If you' re a girl that | |
| I miss You' ll eventually get my virtual good bye kiss | |
| The rest are addressed to my friends and the subject line is " Just check this fine bitch" | |
| And the one for myself is untitled but... its the same virus | |
| My wrists get slit on your shoulder blades when | |
| I lose my grip while | |
| I hold your face | |
| Let it drip on your golden laced silver slip... spilling all over the place | |
| I' d lay my jacket over the blood puddle when we' d go on dates to prove that | |
| I' m a gentleman, peddling my bike at a slower pace " The sum of the parts doesn' t equal the whole," she states | |
| Before my parents get home | |
| I' ll take time to find the fragments of our relationship and glue back together this broken vase. | |
| Falling in love is easy. | |
| Falling out of love takes a bit of practice | |
| I' m good at both without even owning a mattress | |
| I never asked for a kiss without deserving one. | |
| If you never saw me cry before wait for the next time | |
| I wake up on the wrong side of the floor | |
| I' ve got some letters inside of my drawer that should have been sent by now | |
| Sealed in an envelope | |
| One is addressed to my ex and it says that | |
| I feel our friendship' s a joke | |
| One is addressed to my friend and it says his exgirlfriend' s on coke | |
| And one is addressed to myself on a personal note | |
| Unopened... filled with endless quotes | |
| Whenever I spoke, they' d close me in and bust my lip | |
| Now I wear parenthesis on my temples, step to the podium and just think | |
| Whenever lonely | |
| I shrink... hold myself... squeezing tight | |
| Before I sprawl out on the hardwood floor and kiss myself to sleep at night | |
| I have dreams of flight, but | |
| I' m not floating | |
| The ground is approaching awfully quick | |
| So I wake up screaming for you to catch me | |
| That' s what | |
| I start every day off with | |
| I may talk shit, but there ain' t much else to do in this prison cell | |
| And lucky for me no one listens well... especially when | |
| I dis myself | |
| I' ll fly away on a pig when my living hell freezes over | |
| And since | |
| I' m used to the cold | |
| I' ll be able to rest my head on | |
| Jesus' shoulder | |
| Explanations are in order for why these floor boards are always freezing | |
| I guess it' ll all make sense once we get older and reach the | |
| Age of Reason | |
| Until then, | |
| I' ll have no reason to sleep in. | |
| Not even on weekends | |
| Unless we' re together, because my will power will probably weaken | |
| Deepen my appreciation for the current condition because | |
| I' m sick of always feeling like something is missing. | |
| I slumber in one position. | |
| Crouched up an fetal like. | |
| And the couch sucks cuz my feet are like... given no space to breathe while | |
| I embrace my knees | |
| So its off to the floor because | |
| I can' t sleep anywhere else | |
| That' s where | |
| I write these letters to all of y' all but never send ' em | |
| It' s better to just keep to myself | |
| Its better to just keep to myself | |
| Its better to just keep to myself |
| zuò qǔ : Francis | |
| I' ve got some letters inside of my drawer that should have been stamped and delivered | |
| One is addressed to my ex it says | |
| I' m the type of kid who can' t be lived with | |
| One is addressed to my friends it says | |
| I' m a mess so y' all can' t visit | |
| One is addressed to myself but | |
| I don' t know what personality or hand to give it | |
| I' m a God damn misfit... mismatched, but never missed much | |
| Mr Righttimewrongplace with a long face until our lips touch | |
| I don' t miss the mistrust, its what got our messages mixed up | |
| Before I rip up your letters let us see if | |
| I can tear you away from his clutch | |
| This stuff' s a whole other drawer from a different dresser | |
| I' m not ready to address | |
| I went to the west to get my mind off things and | |
| I' m already depressed | |
| I give up. | |
| Get let down. | |
| Down play. | |
| Play games. | |
| Put on my game face | |
| Face my pharmecudial needs and feed on my medicine, but | |
| I don' t like the way it tastes | |
| I go place to place without enough money to put a bed under me | |
| So I share my sleeping space with rodents, insects, and dust bunnies | |
| I laugh at the mess | |
| I' ve created for myself until it gets unfunny | |
| But I' m content in the fact that they don' t expect respect, sex, love, or trust from me | |
| When I' m hungry | |
| I can taste it | |
| I hide in the basement | |
| Check up on me every now and then | |
| Because my mood swings low... and | |
| I can feel myself going down again | |
| Falling off is easy. | |
| Getting put on takes a bit of ass kissing | |
| I' d rather listen to myself flop on the ground than hear the sound of a mattress spring | |
| I rap and sing and talk and write and often type with 2 fingers | |
| The " hunt and kill" method | |
| I edit one third of a word per second | |
| Your emails sit in my unsent box. | |
| If you' re a girl that | |
| I miss You' ll eventually get my virtual good bye kiss | |
| The rest are addressed to my friends and the subject line is " Just check this fine bitch" | |
| And the one for myself is untitled but... its the same virus | |
| My wrists get slit on your shoulder blades when | |
| I lose my grip while | |
| I hold your face | |
| Let it drip on your golden laced silver slip... spilling all over the place | |
| I' d lay my jacket over the blood puddle when we' d go on dates to prove that | |
| I' m a gentleman, peddling my bike at a slower pace " The sum of the parts doesn' t equal the whole," she states | |
| Before my parents get home | |
| I' ll take time to find the fragments of our relationship and glue back together this broken vase. | |
| Falling in love is easy. | |
| Falling out of love takes a bit of practice | |
| I' m good at both without even owning a mattress | |
| I never asked for a kiss without deserving one. | |
| If you never saw me cry before wait for the next time | |
| I wake up on the wrong side of the floor | |
| I' ve got some letters inside of my drawer that should have been sent by now | |
| Sealed in an envelope | |
| One is addressed to my ex and it says that | |
| I feel our friendship' s a joke | |
| One is addressed to my friend and it says his exgirlfriend' s on coke | |
| And one is addressed to myself on a personal note | |
| Unopened... filled with endless quotes | |
| Whenever I spoke, they' d close me in and bust my lip | |
| Now I wear parenthesis on my temples, step to the podium and just think | |
| Whenever lonely | |
| I shrink... hold myself... squeezing tight | |
| Before I sprawl out on the hardwood floor and kiss myself to sleep at night | |
| I have dreams of flight, but | |
| I' m not floating | |
| The ground is approaching awfully quick | |
| So I wake up screaming for you to catch me | |
| That' s what | |
| I start every day off with | |
| I may talk shit, but there ain' t much else to do in this prison cell | |
| And lucky for me no one listens well... especially when | |
| I dis myself | |
| I' ll fly away on a pig when my living hell freezes over | |
| And since | |
| I' m used to the cold | |
| I' ll be able to rest my head on | |
| Jesus' shoulder | |
| Explanations are in order for why these floor boards are always freezing | |
| I guess it' ll all make sense once we get older and reach the | |
| Age of Reason | |
| Until then, | |
| I' ll have no reason to sleep in. | |
| Not even on weekends | |
| Unless we' re together, because my will power will probably weaken | |
| Deepen my appreciation for the current condition because | |
| I' m sick of always feeling like something is missing. | |
| I slumber in one position. | |
| Crouched up an fetal like. | |
| And the couch sucks cuz my feet are like... given no space to breathe while | |
| I embrace my knees | |
| So its off to the floor because | |
| I can' t sleep anywhere else | |
| That' s where | |
| I write these letters to all of y' all but never send ' em | |
| It' s better to just keep to myself | |
| Its better to just keep to myself | |
| Its better to just keep to myself |
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