Levi The Poet - Damned If You Do, Damned If You Don't lyrics
[Levi The Poet - Damned If You Do, Damned If You Don't lyrics]
I wish I could have found a better way to
Be a better son i didn't do the
Best I could like I told myself I did
When the guilt tried to push me home
(But, I tell myself the truth now)
If you were still alive
I'd still never come up that
Mountain because fifteen minutes
Is far too far to drive when you're as
Lazy as I am i would wish
My good intentions for you
To interpret through a dial tone
Whisper, "I love you
" and wonder after I'd hung up the phone
"Well my son, he's a traveler, and
He walks the same vein
And he speaks like a flood
And he carries my name
And when he comes home I mask all of my
Pain so that he want to visit me again"
(Or that's what my sister will say)
I wish I could have found
A reason to be content, and been
A kid for as long to you wished I would have
But, you started missing me the
Moment I was conceived
I know because I always live in the
Future until I call it "now" and "here" is
Not a place that I've ever been
It kills me, and it killed you i'm
Done pretending that I've
Ever made the best of my time
(I tell myself the truth now)
If you were still alive you'd still lay alone
On the ground day in and day out
Doubting that I love you enough to drive
Fifteen minutes to spend fifteen minutes of
The two months I'm home in our
Home and you're right: I don't
"Well my son, he's an author, and
I've been reading his poems, and
He writes like a fire, and he
Is bone of my bones
And when he's around I know that I know that
I am the reason I am always alone
But, I don't know how to fix it"
Be a better son i didn't do the
Best I could like I told myself I did
When the guilt tried to push me home
(But, I tell myself the truth now)
If you were still alive
I'd still never come up that
Mountain because fifteen minutes
Is far too far to drive when you're as
Lazy as I am i would wish
My good intentions for you
To interpret through a dial tone
Whisper, "I love you
" and wonder after I'd hung up the phone
"Well my son, he's a traveler, and
He walks the same vein
And he speaks like a flood
And he carries my name
And when he comes home I mask all of my
Pain so that he want to visit me again"
(Or that's what my sister will say)
I wish I could have found
A reason to be content, and been
A kid for as long to you wished I would have
But, you started missing me the
Moment I was conceived
I know because I always live in the
Future until I call it "now" and "here" is
Not a place that I've ever been
It kills me, and it killed you i'm
Done pretending that I've
Ever made the best of my time
(I tell myself the truth now)
If you were still alive you'd still lay alone
On the ground day in and day out
Doubting that I love you enough to drive
Fifteen minutes to spend fifteen minutes of
The two months I'm home in our
Home and you're right: I don't
"Well my son, he's an author, and
I've been reading his poems, and
He writes like a fire, and he
Is bone of my bones
And when he's around I know that I know that
I am the reason I am always alone
But, I don't know how to fix it"