Stealing quiet on my bed
And fighting wars inside my head
While counting footprints on the ceiling
Blank and colorless tapestries
The voices yell inside of me
And I knew then the paint was peeling

You say you know this misery
Well that's no more than sympathy for me
Because this time you were faking
Your motive very questioning
This silence is so defining now see
You see you've got me shaking
Screaming cursing then you spit
And saying all your worthless shit
And I, of course, I'm worth hearing
And I don't know of what I sing
But you, my friend, don't know anything
And that's what makes you not worth fearing

And I've been lying here for a while now
Sitting and acting like a child
And if you find my garden, could you bring it back?
Because I've been lying here for a while now
And I, I've been dying here for a while now
And I, I've been dying for a while, for a while now

If your finger is an untamed beast
Then I am just a centerpiece
On the table of your feelings
I find it sort of an interlude
It's just that helpless attitude of mine
Because there's no footprints on your ceiling

And everything slips through my hand
I'm sorry, I don't understand
Those points I should be making
Your selflessness I should have missed
I never knew this emptiness
Like a child been mistaken

That all the things you never take
The toys you purposely would break
Like a gift that I was giving
I know I just did hear and stare
Never thinking about how unfair it was
Like a light that was leaving

And I've been lying here for a while now
Sitting and acting like I was in exile
But if you see my sister could you send her home?
Because I've been dying here for a while now
And I, I'll be dying here in a while now
Dying for a while, for a while now
I'm dying for a while, a while, a while now
For a while, for a while now


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    General CommentPowerful song, full of a lot of strong, raw emotion that just fills me with goose bumps....which is pretty impressive for the age at which he wrote it. It's funny to listen to this song and hear how much Conor's voice changed.
    dixyon September 23, 2008   Link
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    MemoryThis song gives me chills.

    "Screaming cursing then you spit
    And saying all your worthless shit
    And I, of course, I'm worth hearing
    And I don't know of what I sing
    But you, my friend, don't know anything
    And that's what makes you not worth fearing."

    That describes one of my friends so well...

    Does anyone know what the references to "footprints on the ceiling" mean?
    EverythingYouWanton September 03, 2009   Link
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    General CommentThe lyrics are actually a bit messed up which destroys the meaning at some points. I think the correct words should go like this:

    Still and quiet on my bed
    And fighting wars inside my head
    While counting footprints on the ceiling
    Blank and colorless tapestries
    The voices yell inside of me
    And I knew then the paint was peeling

    You say you know this misery
    Well that's no more than sympathy for me 
    Because this time you were faking
    Your motive very questioning
    This silence is so deafening now
    You see you've got me shaking
    Screaming, cursing, then you spit 
    And saying all your worthless shit
    And I, of course, I'm worth hearing
    And I don't know of what I sing
    But you, my friend, don't know anything 
    And that's what makes you not worth fearing

    And I've been lying here for a while now
    Sitting and acting like a child
    And if you find my garden, could you bring it back?
    Because I've been lying here for a while now
    And I, I've been dying here for a while now
    And I, I've been dying for a while, for a while, for a while now

    If your finger is an untamed beast
    Then I am just a centerpiece 
    On the table of your feelings
    A funny sort of an interlude
    It's just that helpless attitude of mine
    Because there's no footprints on your ceiling

    And everything slips through my hand
    I'm sorry, I don't understand 
    The point I should be making
    Your selflessness I must have missed
    I never knew this emptiness 
    Like a child been forsaken 

    That all the things you never take 
    The toys you purposely would break
    Like a gift not worth giving
    I know I just did hear and stare 
    Never thinking about how unfair it was 
    Like a life not worth living

    And I've been lying here for a while now
    Sitting and acting like I was in exile
    But if you see my sister could you send her home?
    Because I've been dying here for a while now
    And I, I'll be dying here in a while now
    Dying for a while, for a while now
    I'm dying for a while, a while, a while now
    For a while, for a while now
    -Firefly-on October 04, 2013   Link

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