Against Me! - Ache with Me lyrics
[Against Me! - Ache with Me lyrics]
I've walked down high streets
Looking through windows
I've been lost in crowds of strangers
Searched record shops and cosmetic aisles
Phonebooks, want ads, bus stops
And libraries
Newspaper headlines, mannequin faces
Television stations, billboard advertisements
Your voice echoes in the back of my mind
I see your face when I close my eyes
Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized all the
Things you'll never be?
Ideals turn to resentment
Open minds close up with cynicism
I've got no judgment for you
Come on and ache with me
Through barrooms, cafés
Jail cells and court rooms
Theaters, restaurants
Graveyards and churches
I've spent every dollar that I've ever earned
I'll bleed my heart out, I'll give every word
I've asked preachers, doctors and lawyers
Socialites, pariahs, mothers and fathers
You may not find all that you're after
In the end, I hope it doesn't matter
Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized all the
Things you'll never be?
Ideals turn to resentment
Open minds close up with cynicism
I've got no judgment for you
Come on and ache with me
Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized all the
Things you'll never be?
I've got no judgement for you
Come on and ache with me
Looking through windows
I've been lost in crowds of strangers
Searched record shops and cosmetic aisles
Phonebooks, want ads, bus stops
And libraries
Newspaper headlines, mannequin faces
Television stations, billboard advertisements
Your voice echoes in the back of my mind
I see your face when I close my eyes
Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized all the
Things you'll never be?
Ideals turn to resentment
Open minds close up with cynicism
I've got no judgment for you
Come on and ache with me
Through barrooms, cafés
Jail cells and court rooms
Theaters, restaurants
Graveyards and churches
I've spent every dollar that I've ever earned
I'll bleed my heart out, I'll give every word
I've asked preachers, doctors and lawyers
Socialites, pariahs, mothers and fathers
You may not find all that you're after
In the end, I hope it doesn't matter
Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized all the
Things you'll never be?
Ideals turn to resentment
Open minds close up with cynicism
I've got no judgment for you
Come on and ache with me
Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized all the
Things you'll never be?
I've got no judgement for you
Come on and ache with me