Good Will Hunting, Robin Williams, Ben Affleck, Gus Van Sant, Matt Damon - Good Will Hunting Park Bench Scene lyrics
[Good Will Hunting, Robin Williams, Ben Affleck, Gus Van Sant, Matt Damon - Good Will Hunting Park Bench Scene lyrics]
SEAN: So if I asked you
About art you’d probably give
Me the skinny on every art
Book ever written michelangelo?
You know a lot about him
Life’s work, political aspirations
Him and the pope, sexual
Orientation, the whole works
Right? But I bet you can’t tell me what
It smells like in the Sistine Chapel
You’ve never actually stood there
And looked up
At that beautiful ceiling seen that
If I asked you about women you’d
Probably give me a syllabus
Of your personal favorites you may
Have even been laid a
Few times but you can’t tell me
What it feels like to
Wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy
You’re a tough kid i ask you
About war, and you’d probably
Uh, throw Shakespeare at me, right?
"Once more into the breach, dear friends"
But you’ve never been near one you’ve
Never held your best friend’s
Head in your lap and watched
Him gasp his last breath
Looking to you for help
And if I asked you about love you
Probably quote me a sonnet but
You’ve never looked at a woman and
Been totally vulnerable known someone
Could level you with her eyes feeling
Like! God put an angel on
Earth just for you…who could rescue you
From the depths of hell
And you wouldn’t know what it’s
Like to be her
Angel and to have that love for her
To be there forever through
Anything through cancer you
Wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in
A hospital room for two
Months holding her hand
Because the doctors could see in your eyes
That the term "visiting hours"
Doesn't apply to
You you don’t know about real loss
Because that only occurs when you love
Something more than you love
Yourself i doubt you’ve ever dared
To love anybody that much
I look at you I don’t see an intelligent
Confident man I
See a cocky, scared shitless kid
But you’re a genius
Will no one denies that no
One could possibly understand
The depths of you but you presume to know
Everything about me because you saw
A painting of mine and
You ripped my fuckin’ life
Apart you’re an orphan
Right? Do you think I’d know
The first thing about
How hard your life has been, how you feel
Who you are because I read Oliver
Twist? Does that encapsulate you?
Personally, I don’t give a
Shit about all that
Because you know what? I can’t
Learn anything from you I
Can’t read in some fuckin’ book
Unless you wanna talk about you
Who you are and I’m fascinated i’m
In but you don’t wanna do
That, do you, sport? You’re terrified of
What you might say your move, chief
About art you’d probably give
Me the skinny on every art
Book ever written michelangelo?
You know a lot about him
Life’s work, political aspirations
Him and the pope, sexual
Orientation, the whole works
Right? But I bet you can’t tell me what
It smells like in the Sistine Chapel
You’ve never actually stood there
And looked up
At that beautiful ceiling seen that
If I asked you about women you’d
Probably give me a syllabus
Of your personal favorites you may
Have even been laid a
Few times but you can’t tell me
What it feels like to
Wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy
You’re a tough kid i ask you
About war, and you’d probably
Uh, throw Shakespeare at me, right?
"Once more into the breach, dear friends"
But you’ve never been near one you’ve
Never held your best friend’s
Head in your lap and watched
Him gasp his last breath
Looking to you for help
And if I asked you about love you
Probably quote me a sonnet but
You’ve never looked at a woman and
Been totally vulnerable known someone
Could level you with her eyes feeling
Like! God put an angel on
Earth just for you…who could rescue you
From the depths of hell
And you wouldn’t know what it’s
Like to be her
Angel and to have that love for her
To be there forever through
Anything through cancer you
Wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in
A hospital room for two
Months holding her hand
Because the doctors could see in your eyes
That the term "visiting hours"
Doesn't apply to
You you don’t know about real loss
Because that only occurs when you love
Something more than you love
Yourself i doubt you’ve ever dared
To love anybody that much
I look at you I don’t see an intelligent
Confident man I
See a cocky, scared shitless kid
But you’re a genius
Will no one denies that no
One could possibly understand
The depths of you but you presume to know
Everything about me because you saw
A painting of mine and
You ripped my fuckin’ life
Apart you’re an orphan
Right? Do you think I’d know
The first thing about
How hard your life has been, how you feel
Who you are because I read Oliver
Twist? Does that encapsulate you?
Personally, I don’t give a
Shit about all that
Because you know what? I can’t
Learn anything from you I
Can’t read in some fuckin’ book
Unless you wanna talk about you
Who you are and I’m fascinated i’m
In but you don’t wanna do
That, do you, sport? You’re terrified of
What you might say your move, chief