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Oh my god!
Let's do this again
Let's do this again, again, again, again, again!
How come I can't stop kissing you?
I can't stop kissing you
Oh man! Oh man! Oh man! Oh man! Oh man!
And I've got headaches filled with time
Those dizzy numbers, dizzy numbers
Pictures, papers, pencils, razors
Blankets, lipgloss, whiskers, whispers
Liz tries to whisper:
"Promise that you won't fall for me."
What's that?
Didn't hear you, too late
Too late, too late, too late
Guess what? I'm drunk
I thought I'd never write a love song again
Then again I guess I'll never again
Well, well... too late
I gotta write about what I don't write about
It's just like me to let me destroy myself
Not fair... well, well
Hey check it out:
I don't got flowers for you
But I got dinner plans
I got my right hand
Hand in hand
And hands with plans
Wine and words, my pens and plants
Come on, kids, and clap your hands
Come on, Liz... just one last dance
Please?
Now,
I let the bed bugs out
I feel the time run out
Wait,
Time out! Time out!
Now,
I guess you're leaving town
Gonna put my face back down
I'm no alchemist, face down
It hurts enough just to say your name
I'm so happy that we met all the same
Black cat's mustache, ambiguous bowls
Last thing we ever wanted was somebody to hold her
We're not to blame
It happened just as soon as you said to your name
"Hi, my name is Liz, I think we should dance
Let's toast to happy endings and giving this a chance"
Let's do this again
Let's do this again, again, again, again, again!
How come I can't stop kissing you?
I can't stop kissing you
Oh man! Oh man! Oh man! Oh man! Oh man!
And I've got headaches filled with time
Those dizzy numbers, dizzy numbers
Pictures, papers, pencils, razors
Blankets, lipgloss, whiskers, whispers
Liz tries to whisper:
"Promise that you won't fall for me."
What's that?
Didn't hear you, too late
Too late, too late, too late
Guess what? I'm drunk
I thought I'd never write a love song again
Then again I guess I'll never again
Well, well... too late
I gotta write about what I don't write about
It's just like me to let me destroy myself
Not fair... well, well
Hey check it out:
I don't got flowers for you
But I got dinner plans
I got my right hand
Hand in hand
And hands with plans
Wine and words, my pens and plants
Come on, kids, and clap your hands
Come on, Liz... just one last dance
Please?
Now,
I let the bed bugs out
I feel the time run out
Wait,
Time out! Time out!
Now,
I guess you're leaving town
Gonna put my face back down
I'm no alchemist, face down
It hurts enough just to say your name
I'm so happy that we met all the same
Black cat's mustache, ambiguous bowls
Last thing we ever wanted was somebody to hold her
We're not to blame
It happened just as soon as you said to your name
"Hi, my name is Liz, I think we should dance
Let's toast to happy endings and giving this a chance"
Lyrics submitted by MikeShea
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"Pictures, papers, pencils, razors
Blankets, lipgloss, whiskers, whispers" This is all the shit he's going/ went through. Memories, Statements, Rumors, self infliction.
The rest is pretty obvious, she leaves and he did what she asked him not to: "Promise that you won't fall for me."
Haha.
However i thought it was "Picture, papers, pencils, erasers" as in he's writing the words then erasing them.. a common side effect of trying to pen down his emotional status.
Lots more typical TS reference to drugs, in particular weed in this song.. "Wine and words, my pens and plants"
Jerrys dealing with, or at least attempting to deal with his feelings for Liz. Shes a recurring name that appears within his works.. People that know Trophy Scars on a more personal level may be able to shed a little more light onto this.. It's difficult for me to have a personal insight when i live all the way across the altlantic in the UK.
More comments please!
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