lyrics

You must know life to see decay.

These spider webs are my home now

This particular song__ just something that__ been floating around inside me for a long time,_ Tate went on. __s she the one who got away? Yeah. She is. But it__ because she got away that I__hat we,_ he clarified, __re all here now._ __ow do you mean?_ the interviewer asked. Tate was silent for several heartbeats, then said, __hen I met her, I was playing ball. She knew I wasn__ that good. But she also saw a talent in me I didn__ even know I had. She__ the one who encouraged my music. I lost her after that summer, but it__ because I lost her that Kendrick was even formed. So yeah, she is __verything._ She__ everything I have and everything I__ missing._ __ould it be safe to assume you work as hard as you do because you__e trying to prove to her what she__ missing?_ the interviewer asked. __o,_ Tate answered. __ot really._ __hat__ a load of crap,_ someone muttered in the background. __kay,_ Tate said louder. __aybe it__ a little true. Did I hope she__ one day hear one of these songs about her and call me up? Sure. I think that__ the whole point of tracks like this. That there__ hope. I mean, that__ what life__ really about, right? Without hope, what the hell does a person have?___ lot of___EEP___ng fun,_ Jace interjected.

I'll fake it through the day somehow with Johnny Walker Red.

Chaos isn't good for your health.

I never took much, I never asked for your crutch, Now don't ask for mine.

Sometimes I get tired of pins and needlesFacades are fire on the skinAnd I'm growing find of broken people As I see that I'm one of them

Just throw it all and live like there's no tomorrow.

That was how we spoke, my mother and I: in puns and games and rhymes. In, you might say, lyrics. This was our tragedy. We were language's magpies by nature, stealing whatever sounded bright and shiny. We were tinpan alleycats, but the gift of music had been withheld. We could not sing along, though we always knew the words. Still, defiantly, we roared our tuneless roars, we fell off the high notes and were trampled by the low ones. And if bitter ices were the consequence, well, there were worse fates in the world than that.

So you write to our congressmenWith bleeding pensOf the sorrow withinAnd in return they just sendTickets to the latest Tom Hanks show

The king of the jailhouse and the queen of the road think sharing the burden will lighten the load.

you knowI knowyou knowI'll remember youand I knowYou knowI knowyou'll remember me

I won't ever ask if you don't ever tell me.I know you well enough to know you never loved me

He'd like you to join the club that likes to saythere's no such thing as love ...

We don't want to give people straight answers. We'd rather they question things for themselves.

Walk this way

Can't fight the moment of truth in your lies.

a lesson must be livedin order to be learnedand the clarity to see and stop this nowthat is what i've earned