Goddammit, Bryson! Songtext
von Napaea
Goddammit, Bryson! Songtext
Awoke a Tuesday morning just to realize that
I′ve been sleeping through pretty much for half a year
Disillusionment is said to ease the pain
But my desperation took its toll on you too
You said darling, oh my dear, did they give you roofies?
I said darling, oh my dear – nay they gave me life
Awoke a Wednesday morning trying to figure out
Where my money's gone, reckon lust and love got lost on our way
Oh the devil and the knight and the death inside
Is yet another accurate portrait of the state of your soul
Yeah you were the one who took all over the city
While I was the one running with the wolves
Goddammit Bryson, now reconsider
Who the f* you think that you are
For saying everything is sound until the reason sets in
Ignoring adventure is admitting defeat
It was a thunderbolt kid from Boston that′s been f*ing it up
Awoke a Thursday morning trying to catch a freight train
Running out of town, talking bout our friends Sally and Dean
Running up the hills and down into the woods
Through the pouring rain
Taking pictures of the smile that I wore
Yeah you were the one who wanted to get out of the city
Although I was the one who shared a rundown house
Awoke a Friday morning trying to come to terms with my dignity's death
And my failure putting rambling a rest
Oh the city's beating tarmac paths
Depict the convoluting absence of a life on the run
Yeah you are the one who still lives in the city
While I am the one mending a rundown life
Goddammit Bryson, now reconsider
Who the f* you think that you are
For saying everything is sound until the reason sets in
Ignoring adventure is admitting defeat
It was a thunderbolt kid from Boston that′s been f*ing it up
It was the AAA that took you at the back of the show
It was the AAA that took you straight into my home
It was on the tombstone of Sylvia Plath where our dreams got built
While one of your well-told stories nearly got me killed
Goddammit Bryson, now reconsider
Who the f* you think that you are
For saying everything is sound until the reason sets in
Ignoring adventure is admitting defeat
It was a thunderbolt kid from Boston that′s been f*ing it up
I′ve been sleeping through pretty much for half a year
Disillusionment is said to ease the pain
But my desperation took its toll on you too
You said darling, oh my dear, did they give you roofies?
I said darling, oh my dear – nay they gave me life
Awoke a Wednesday morning trying to figure out
Where my money's gone, reckon lust and love got lost on our way
Oh the devil and the knight and the death inside
Is yet another accurate portrait of the state of your soul
Yeah you were the one who took all over the city
While I was the one running with the wolves
Goddammit Bryson, now reconsider
Who the f* you think that you are
For saying everything is sound until the reason sets in
Ignoring adventure is admitting defeat
It was a thunderbolt kid from Boston that′s been f*ing it up
Awoke a Thursday morning trying to catch a freight train
Running out of town, talking bout our friends Sally and Dean
Running up the hills and down into the woods
Through the pouring rain
Taking pictures of the smile that I wore
Yeah you were the one who wanted to get out of the city
Although I was the one who shared a rundown house
Awoke a Friday morning trying to come to terms with my dignity's death
And my failure putting rambling a rest
Oh the city's beating tarmac paths
Depict the convoluting absence of a life on the run
Yeah you are the one who still lives in the city
While I am the one mending a rundown life
Goddammit Bryson, now reconsider
Who the f* you think that you are
For saying everything is sound until the reason sets in
Ignoring adventure is admitting defeat
It was a thunderbolt kid from Boston that′s been f*ing it up
It was the AAA that took you at the back of the show
It was the AAA that took you straight into my home
It was on the tombstone of Sylvia Plath where our dreams got built
While one of your well-told stories nearly got me killed
Goddammit Bryson, now reconsider
Who the f* you think that you are
For saying everything is sound until the reason sets in
Ignoring adventure is admitting defeat
It was a thunderbolt kid from Boston that′s been f*ing it up
Writer(s): Katharina Milchrahm Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
