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Текст песни Sage Francis - Message Sent

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I`ve got some letters inside of my drawerthat should have been stamped and deliveredOne is addressed to my exit says I`m the type of kid who can`t be lived withOne is addressed to my friendsit says I`m a mess so y`all can`t visitOne is addressed to myselfbut I don`t know what personality or hand to give itI`m a God damn misfit...mismatched, but never missed muchMr Right-time-wrong-place with a long face until our lips touchI don`t miss the mistrust, its what got our messages mixed upBefore I rip up your letters let us see if I can tear you away from his clutchThis stuff`s a whole other drawerfrom a different dresser I`m not ready to addressI went to the west to get my mind off things and I`m already depressedI give up. Get let down. Down play. Play games. Put on my game faceFace my pharmecudial needs and feed on my medicine, but I don`t like the way it tastesI go place to place without enough money to put a bed under meSo I share my sleeping space with rodents, insects, and dust bunniesI laugh at the mess I`ve created for myself until it gets unfunnyBut I`m content in the fact that they don`t expect respect, sex, love, or trust from me When I`m hungry I can taste itI hide in the basementCheck up on me every now and thenBecause my mood swings low...and I can feel myself going down againFalling off is easy. Getting put on takes a bit of ass kissingI`d rather listen to myself flop on the ground than hear the sound of a mattress springI rap and sing and talk and write and often type with 2 fingersThe "hunt and kill" methodI edit one third of a word per secondYour emails sit in my unsent box. If you`re a girl that I missYou`ll eventually get my virtual good bye kissThe rest are addressed to my friends and the subject line is "Just check this fine bitch"And the one for myself is untitled but...its the same virus My wrists get slit on your shoulder bladeswhen I lose my grip while I hold your faceLet it drip on your golden laced silver slip...spilling all over the placeI`d lay my jacket over the blood puddle when we`d go on datesto prove that I`m a gentleman, peddling my bike at a slower pace"The sum of the parts doesn`t equal the whole," she statesBefore my parents get home I`ll taketime to find the fragments of our relationshipand glue back together this broken vase. Falling in love is easy. Falling out of love takes a bit of practiceI`m good at both without even owning a mattressI never asked for a kiss without deserving one.If you never saw me cry beforewait for the next time I wake up on the wrong side of the floorI`ve got some letters inside of my drawerthat should have been sent by nowSealed in an envelopeOne is addressed to my exand it says that I feel our friendship`s a jokeOne is addressed to my friendand it says his ex-girlfriend`s on cokeAnd one is addressed to myself on a personal noteUnopened...filled with endless quotesWhenever I spoke, they`d close me in and bust my lipNow I wear parenthesis on my temples, step to the podium and just thinkWhenever lonely I shrink...hold myself...squeezing tightBefore I sprawl out on the hardwood floor and kiss myself to sleep at nightI have dreams of flight, but I`m not floatingThe ground is approaching awfully quickSo I wake up screaming for you to catch meThat`s what I start every day off withI may talk shit, but there ain`t much else to do in this prison cellAnd lucky for me no one listens well...especially when I dis myselfI`ll fly away on a pig when my living hell freezes overAnd since I`m used to the cold I`ll be able to rest my head on Jesus` shoulderExplanations are in order for why these floor boards are always freezingI guess it`ll all make sense once we get older and reach the Age of ReasonUntil then, I`ll have no reason to sleep in. Not even on weekendsUnless we`re together, because my will power will probably weakenDeepen my appreciation for the current conditionbecause I`m sick of always feeling like something is missing. I slumber in one position. Crouched up an fetal like. And the couch sucks cuz my feet are like...given no space to breathewhile I embrace my knees So its off to the floor because I can`t sleep anywhere elseThat`s where I write these letters to all of y`all but never send `emIt`s better to just keep to myself Its better to just keep to myselfIts better to just keep to myself

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