"Use Your Words" as written by and Michael Kinsella....
Those books you've read in your youth,
Like holidays at home
Continue to remind you
Of who you were
And who you are

some pages bent,
The spines creased and worn
All signs of being adored
And those words somehow meant more to you
Than who they were written for

those blankets in your bed
So tattered and sad
They've seen enough sleepless nights
Both good and bad
To pen a short story
Use your words
For a few love songs
Well ain't it about time
You've moved on

those books that you've read
You will read again
After enough time passes
You'll remember some names
But not how they end
After enough time passes
And your heart will break all over again
After enough time passes
And so on and so forth

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"Use Your Words" as written by Michael Thomas Kinsella


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    General Commenti think it's "to pen a short story."
    conorissosceneon August 26, 2006   Link
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    General CommentThose blankets in your bed
    so tattered and sad
    They've seen enough sleepless nights
    both good and bad

    so descriptive, so genius
    mockorange13on October 24, 2006   Link
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    General Commenti think the outro music to this song is the prettiest thing i've ever heard.
    amazing song.

    "And those words somehow meant more to you,
    Than who they were written for."
    remembermaineon December 30, 2006   Link
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    General Comment"to pen a short story of a few love songs"

    from the sleeve lyrics.

    amazing song, amazing artist. album came in the post today.
    luvdon March 19, 2007   Link
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    General Commentto me, this songs speaks to how powerful the creation of one person can be to another ("...and how it meant more to you
    than who they were written for"). how we are often influenced by the creativity of others, as a result of our own idiosyncratic interpretation. we, as humans, have the incredible ability to imbue things (creatively speaking) with meaning, a meaning that is often very personal, and may not be exactly the same as that which the "thing" was created for (or by).

    i love this song.

    TSRAon December 06, 2007   Link
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    General CommentI think he's describing a time when reading a book he hasn't read in a long time brought back memories of his youth that he had forgotten, possibly also memories of being with someone. To me, it reminds me of how unfamiliar something becomes that was once so familiar, but how quickly something of that era of my life can bring back vivid memories of it.

    The ending I think is the regret that comes with that flood of memories. He's telling himself that just as reading the book feels familiar, yet he can't really remember it, given enough time he'll be healed from the regret he's feeling and be able to move on again.

    To me, using the analogy of reading a book again after a long time to being in love again after a long time is beyond genius.
    beniroseon April 30, 2008   Link
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    General CommentI think it's "those words somehow meant more to you than who they were written for." could be wrong but that makes more sense to me.
    easttexason January 19, 2009   Link
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    General CommentThe word is pen, yeah. I have the lyrics on the CD case! :)
    TobyBartholomewon December 25, 2009   Link
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    MemoryI think I've got a couple books like he's talking about, some of the first ones I read and fell in love with. I managed to keep them this long. It's amazing the memories that I recall when I pick them up. Like going to camp in the sixth grade with only one book and the stuffed bear I was ashamed that I still needed to fall asleep. I read that book and cried to sleep every night. Poor banderbear.
    CoffeeEyeson August 22, 2013   Link

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