What Remains at the End
Ask The Birds and Combatplayer
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I breathe heavily There's a melancholy in the air Everyone speaks in low, soft voices Respectful almost-whispers As if terrified to disturb the ones Forever asleep Low echoes of clothes rustling Benches creaking And the occasional slight clearing of the throat Fill the silent emptiness And becomes a somber melody Accompanying the tuneless whispers I let my mind wander Take a gander through the memories Of you Of us And that time I slept on the couch While all I really wanted was to be close to someone I take out my notebook to write something clever and/or romantic Like something about barefoot people In the fresh cut grass Social media self-promotion As if anyone gives a f*ck And then something about words Through which I tell people That nobody cares As if anyone gives a f*ck Something about the fact that I've fallen in love on the train As many times as I've said "I love you" without meaning it Something about the way we always rush the most important goodbyes The way we hug when we'd prefer to kiss The way the stars make us feel safe The way you can't see tears in the rain The way a candle lights up a glass of red wine But it turns to something like Frustration, anger, anxiety A panic attack keeping me awake Once a-fucking-gain it comes untimely Like stepping on the head of a rake See? I made that first part rhyme Well, isn't that nice? An A-B-A-B rhyme, about fucking time But this shouldn't You know why, because f*ck me, that's why This is one of those nights The nights with the fights With the flight of my pride, the flight of my fight Nothing left to give, frustration burning In my bed turning, fingers burning Thoughts in my head turning Rage burning, my dad in his grave turning Because once again I fight the fright But have almost no more fight to give I want to take flight, I want to get it right Tonight is the night, it won't turn out the light Because of my goal, I'm not losing sight I'm so sick of doing this dance I'm about to take a stance With the devil dancing At the end, glancing Ahead, prancing Towards the fucking feeling, lancing Panic attack, romancing My clarity enhancing I used a rhyming dictionary to come up with more rhymes and it gave me Lansing and Sansing A town and a surname I've no longer got a direction I'm missing in action I'm M.I.A I thought going away Would fix nights like these Yet, somehow, back again it is But this is just a one time thing I'm not letting it in I wrote this to feel better This is like a letter You're a bitch, debtor You may know who you are If the words are not too hard Do you feel like a rock star? Sitting with a cigar You're a fixed star In a sports car Well, guess what You're nothing but a scar A twat A butt A jump cut To an uncut Somewhat Strutting kick in the butt A kick in not two but One nut And now your budget is cut Thanks a lot They photograph the coffin An attempt to keep a worthy memento From this very last journey But the point seems lost to me What is that white box, other than A final prison for me to be trapped in? To bury myself In feelings never felt To look for love In places love was never found To find comfort in lies and truths and anything in between To call for you In a language you never spoke Saying goodbye To a thing that never was
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