The Golden One
Whitmer Thomas
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I'm thirty right now But when I wrote this riff i was twenty-two It don't feel different I'm no more articulate than I was then So f*ck writing these words man What's the point? These business guys'll just case the joint And scoop me back up into my miserable dreams My naïveté, man it never fails Tosses me an interaction And watches me flail against the wind How can this end Without me seeming unlikable And I'm the captain of so many sinking ships My favorite songs have started to skip And when I sing It feels more like talking now Was this ever a comedy? I wanna be irreverent and silly So I wipe away the steam and look at me I'm just no fun my mother's son (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) It's like a golden star for Every piece of my heart That flounders on the ground Waiting for a re-spark all over again With a new girlfriend Or some new stupid fucking joke Can't keep the plants alive, man In my place My '99 Camry's held together with tape And that's okay it still runs great It truly does And I hate getting real, man But I want to cry Every time I see a mom who's still alive Or a dad who smiles at his baby boy I'm too proud to admit that I'm full of shit When I talk about politics or music That isn't some blink-182 record So I guess I'm a philistine and I had to look that up So I could write it down Just right fucking now I did not go to college I've never been to Europe And my favorite film's The Dark Knight Alright Holy little beams Well they shot out of her seams I felt alive with her dreams And so dead to the fiends i am the sum My mother's son (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) I watched the life leave my mother's face Decided right then to leave that place And never turn back because f*ck it all And oh, mother what can I do? You've given me no choice but To be better than you I just wish you were here to ask questions to Like why do I feel the need To always cut a fucking rug? And why do I fucking melt when Someone gives me a fucking hug? And do they want me here? Do they want me here? So what can I offer But a little less space In a room on the east side of Los Angeles How bleak can I be? How bleak can I be? Well i can dance and I can sing And I can tell jokes Don't get me telling stories about My parents shooting dope I'm no good at barely being Barely being anywhere alright Youth feels incomplete I still got grass stains on my jeans (I still got grass stains on my jeans) And I'm fucked, or so it seems (And I am fucked, or so it seems) I am deemed (I am deemed) The Golden One my mother's son (Ah yeah, Woo) (Ooh)
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Written by: JONATHAN BECHTOLT, ROBERT KIESWETTER, WHITMER THOMAS
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