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Why It Scares Me Lyrics
At times I’ve shouted out unprovoked, at the world and you,
Just to see if the people around me react.
Sometimes I think they’re all acting,
At times I’m scared that I’m acting too, like
My movements are stage directions.
Was that a change in topic or a beat in the scene?
Have I been taking my emotional cues from scripts I wrote at sixteen?
Maybe I just think about it all so much
That that the fear stays close to all the ghosts I’ve touched.
Makes me question
Was it love or just lust?
Caked in blood or old rust?
I don’t know.
Don’t we remember all the moments we remember the best
Framed in poems and in pictures, sang aloud in refrains?
Does this cycle of pain and disdain for the past
Not work exactly the same?
Maybe it’s just as much about what comes our way as it is about how we react.
Just as much about the things that we’ve still got as it is about the things we lack.
I know we won’t always keep around those we feel we need—
some will fade in frames, some were born to leave—
But if we’re still here, and we still breathe,
At least we’ve still got time to figure it out,
To know what to do,
To know how to feel,
Know the things that I’ve been making up inside my head, and
To know what’s real.
I want to believe that the way I am is just the way it goes.
For the things that came, not the things I chose
to come.
I want to know if I had any control.
I want to know if it’d comfort me.
And if my heart just stops, pack my memories in it—
I want to know all the love I’ve got.
And if my heart just stops, keep me alive for a minute—
I want to know if a curtain drops.
Just to see if the people around me react.
Sometimes I think they’re all acting,
At times I’m scared that I’m acting too, like
My movements are stage directions.
Was that a change in topic or a beat in the scene?
Have I been taking my emotional cues from scripts I wrote at sixteen?
That that the fear stays close to all the ghosts I’ve touched.
Makes me question
Was it love or just lust?
Caked in blood or old rust?
I don’t know.
Framed in poems and in pictures, sang aloud in refrains?
Does this cycle of pain and disdain for the past
Not work exactly the same?
Just as much about the things that we’ve still got as it is about the things we lack.
I know we won’t always keep around those we feel we need—
some will fade in frames, some were born to leave—
But if we’re still here, and we still breathe,
At least we’ve still got time to figure it out,
To know what to do,
To know how to feel,
Know the things that I’ve been making up inside my head, and
To know what’s real.
I want to believe that the way I am is just the way it goes.
For the things that came, not the things I chose
to come.
I want to know if I had any control.
I want to know if it’d comfort me.
I want to know all the love I’ve got.
And if my heart just stops, keep me alive for a minute—
I want to know if a curtain drops.
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At times I’ve shouted out unprovoked, at the world and you, Just to see if the people around me react. Sometimes I think they’re all acting, At times I’m scared that I’m acting too, like My movements are stage directions. Was that a change in topic or a beat in the scene? Have I been taking my emotional cues from the script I wrote at sixteen?
Maybe I just think about it all so much That the fear stays close to all the ghosts I’ve touched. Makes me question, "Was it love, or just lust? Caked in blood, or old rust?" I don’t know.
Don’t we remember all the moments we remember the best, Framed in poems and in pictures, sang aloud in refrains? Does this cycle of pain and disdain for the past Not work exactly the same?
Maybe it’s just as much about what comes our way, as it is how we react. Just as much about the things that we’ve still got as it is about the things we lack. I know we won’t always keep around those we feel we need. Some will fade in the frames. Some were born to leave. But if we’re still here, and we still breathe, At least we’ve still got time to figure it out, To know what to do, To know how to feel, Know the things that I’ve been making up inside my head, and To know what’s real. I want to believe that the way I am is just the way it goes. For the things that came, not the things I chose to come. I want to know if I had any control. I want to know if it’d comfort me.
And if my heart just stops, pack my memories in it I want to know all the love I’ve got. And if my heart just stops, keep me alive for a minute I want to know if a curtain dropped.
And if my heart just stops, pack my memories in it I want to know all the love I’ve got. And if my heart just stops, keep me alive for a minute I want to know if a curtain drops.
And if my heart just stops, I want to know if the curtain drops.
These are the 100% correct lyrics.
I saw La Dispute in Grand Rapids on October 25th, 2011, along with O'Brother, Moving Mountains, and Thrice. Show was so great and it cannot be described in enough words. They're all great guys. :)
At times I’ve shouted out unprovoked at the world and you Just to see if the people around me react Sometimes I think they’re all acting, Sometimes I’m scared I’m acting to lie My movements are stage directions Was that a change in topic or a ___ Have I been taking my emotional cues from the scripts I wrote at sixteen?
Maybe I just think about it all so much, that the fear stays close to all the ghosts I’ve touched, It makes me question was it love or just lust? Caked in blood or old rust? I don’t know
Don’t we remember all the moments we remember the best? Framed and posing in pictures Sang aloud in the frames Does this cycle of pain and disdain not work exactly the same?
Maybe it’s just as much about what comes our way as it is how we react Just as much about the things we’ve still got as it is about the things we lack I know we won’t always keep around those we feel we need, Some will fade in frames, some were born to lead But if we’re still here and we still breathe At least we’ve still got time to figure it out. To know what to do, to know how to feel, Know the things that I’ve been making up inside my head And to know what’s real I want to believe that the way I am is just the way it goes For the things that came not the things I chose to come I want to know if I have any control I want to know if he comes for me
And if my heart just stops pack my memories in it, I want to know all the love I’ve got And if my heart just stops keep me alive for a minute, I want to know if a curtain drops
(I finally heard the full song. first of all its an absolutely amazing song, and secondly these lyrics still might not be 100%, I just typed it up while listening)
"Was that a change in topic or a beat in the scene" I'm pretty sure thats the line. Amazing song, Amazing band.
"Was that a change in topic or a beat in the scene" I'm pretty sure thats the line. Amazing song, Amazing band.
This is a really rough transcription from a taped performance. It's only 2/3 correct at best.
I'll edit the correct lyrics in as soon as my pre-order arrives.
"from the scripts I wrote" should replace the second unintelligible. and it almost sounds like "came to glutter all the rust" at one part but that wouldn't make sense. and maybe "sang aloud in refrain" instead of dangled out of the frame. and it's "and my memory is in it" instead of memories end. And at first I thought it was "I want to know if the current drops" because it would make sense because your bodies electrical current would drop after your heart stops or he could be talking about a waterfall when the current of water drops, but I think curtain might be right. Thanks though you helped with lots of stuff I wasn't sure of!
Am I taking my emotional cues from the scripts I wrote at sixteen?
much better. just a couple minor adjustments to it that i heard while listening to it.
"At times I’ve shouted out unprovoked at the world and you Just to see if the people around me react Sometimes I think they’re all acting, Sometimes I’m scared I’m acting to lie My movements are stage directions Was that a change in topic or a beat in the scene Have I been taking my emotional cues from the script I wrote at sixteen?
Maybe I just think about it all so much, that the fear stays close to all the ghosts I’ve touched, It makes me question was it love or just lust? Caked in blood or old rust? I don’t know
Don’t we remember all the moments we remember the best Framed in poems and in pictures Sang aloud in refrains Does this cycle of pain and disdain for the past not work exactly the same?
Maybe it’s just as much about what comes our way as it is how we react Just as much about the things that we’ve still got as it is about the things we lack I know we won’t always keep around those we feel we need, Some will fade in frames, some were born to lead But if we’re still here and we still breathe At least we’ve still got time to figure it out. To know what to do, to know how to feel, Know the things that I’ve been making up inside my head And to know what’s real I want to believe that the way I am is just the way it goes For the things that came not the things I chose to come I want to know if I've had any control I want to know if he'd come for me
And if my heart just stops, pack my memories in it, I want to know all the love I’ve got And if my heart just stops, keep me alive for a minute, I want to know if a curtain drops"