Bookend Songtext
von Damned Rivers
Bookend Songtext
I know I was just a bookend to you
Put there to hold your stories up while you found something new
But you gave me your consolation prize
A little something for your efforts and a shot right at my pride
Don′t know what I was thinking
Giving everything that I have
Looking for a new end to the
Same old story
I want it back
Every single thing I said to make you laugh
I want it in tact
There's just some victories I really need to have
I′ve been keeping my hands in my pockets for a little while
Trying to keep my chin up without sticking my nose into the air
But they want me to take this bribe
Caught cold like I'm faded or I never tried
But if I'm going down
They′ll have to go to the cards, yeah he lost
But the man can fight fair
Don′t know what I was thinking
Giving less than all that I have
Looking for a new end to the same old story
I want it bad
The kind of happiness the cynics scoff at
Don't want it to lack
Any properties I think it should have
Down in the foothills of Georgia
I spent a lot of time looking up toward
Higher peaks; greener leaves
I think I′m ready to scale the bluffs
And I'm taking you with me
But you should speak if you′ve had enough
Don't know what I was thinking
Giving less than all that I have
Looking for a new end to the same old story
I want it back
The kind of happiness I had in photographs
I want it to last
Not the kind that you blink and then it′s passed
Put there to hold your stories up while you found something new
But you gave me your consolation prize
A little something for your efforts and a shot right at my pride
Don′t know what I was thinking
Giving everything that I have
Looking for a new end to the
Same old story
I want it back
Every single thing I said to make you laugh
I want it in tact
There's just some victories I really need to have
I′ve been keeping my hands in my pockets for a little while
Trying to keep my chin up without sticking my nose into the air
But they want me to take this bribe
Caught cold like I'm faded or I never tried
But if I'm going down
They′ll have to go to the cards, yeah he lost
But the man can fight fair
Don′t know what I was thinking
Giving less than all that I have
Looking for a new end to the same old story
I want it bad
The kind of happiness the cynics scoff at
Don't want it to lack
Any properties I think it should have
Down in the foothills of Georgia
I spent a lot of time looking up toward
Higher peaks; greener leaves
I think I′m ready to scale the bluffs
And I'm taking you with me
But you should speak if you′ve had enough
Don't know what I was thinking
Giving less than all that I have
Looking for a new end to the same old story
I want it back
The kind of happiness I had in photographs
I want it to last
Not the kind that you blink and then it′s passed
Writer(s): Ian Mauldin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

