Shane Koyczan - Sometimes I Cry lyrics

Sometimes, I cry
Like happiness is a miracle I
Can't be a part of oH MY GOD
It's raining peanutbutter sandwiches
But, I have to stay inside
Because I'm allergic to nuts

And our heroes had guts but no glory
And there's a story behind
Every kind of question, like
Where are we going? What have we seen?

We spend our lives like quarters
At some slot machine
Gambling away all the things we could've been
Trying to line up all those pieces of
Fruit to win some sort of jackpot
Because it's easier to risk everything for
Anything when nothing's all you got, and yes
There have been those who
Sat watching their greatest


Joys slink away like toys they've outgrown
And there have been those who've
Learned how to put
Slinkies on escalators and call
This life their own
There have been those who have grown
To feel as useless as

As useless as a pair of scissors in the
Hands of an agnostic with no fingers
Who was asked to cut thousands of
Paper snowflakes for a 6th grade
Production of a nativity play at
An old atheist high school

But all of us studied the
Religion of ice cubes
Wanting to be disciples of cool
So we gave black cats the right of way

And learned to pray for those send over
Seas brandishing brutality like a brush
Threatening to paint the town red
Because there have been those who
Went looking for God
But found religion instead
So some of them came home in body bags
And others traded their dog
Tags for wheelchairs
And the "What was I thinking?" montre of Gods
And still others are starting to see the
Similarities between coffins and escape pods

We have carried grief
We have carried grief as far as a
Bustank full of tears would allow
And we know now that we build
Our hearts like bus stops
We spend our lives in woodshops
Using oak to make
A perfect pair of feet for any occasion
We have to put our best foot forward
Stepping toward another life
Another choice, another goal and if
"Eyes are windows to the soul"
Then we should riot throwing
Rocks through them all
Until everyone is free from
Their body and the
Billion dollar industry that kept us ugly

Because most of us just up and quit
Like we couldn't do it, like
In a world of 6 billion people
We couldn't find 1 person
That might help us get through it
And we just shake our heads
Like the fault lies with how we were raised
But we're too young to be praised
We're too tarnished to be great
Raised by relatives who loved us
And we still can't relate
Cause they taught us love

So we tried we tried booking passage through
Life on relationships
Anchoring ourselves to the hips
Of another hoping to make it to dry land
Paying for that passage by holding
Our hearts in our hands
And there have been those
Who learned how to sing the cuckold song
Because we think we thought
We knew them better, and maybe we were wrong

They wanted someone strong
And left when they realised
We were the strong silent types
And they failed to realize we keep hurricanes
In our windpipes for any occasion

We must cry out
We must speak up

As those who've hurt us forge their
Hands into a beggars cups
While we're wandering
Wondering what it is to them that we meant?
Giving a penny for their thoughts
Because their love isn't worth a cent
But that's just the venom talking
That's just us walking it off
That's the cough and the rattle
Before we dust ourselves off and pull
Ourselves back in the saddle
To ride into the sunset, alone, this time
But still looking
Looking for someone to help us
Go that last mile someone with a smile like
A finish line that'll
Tell us "We made it this time"

And maybe that's all we are
Seperate dreams, growing into one another
Maybe the mouth of a lover can kiss
The hurt away and not say anything
While we sing ourselves back into eachother
Like lullabies
Making our eyes clamp shut
Like bear traps around the
Ankles of sweet dreams
Maybe we're old variations on new themes
The streams of consciousness running to
An ocean of understanding where
We're handing ourselves apologies to
Pit against our regret
Trying to teach ourselves to be
Happy with what we've got
Because maybe this is all we get

And sure, there have been those
Who were asked to be amazing at
Something they had no gift for
And there have been those
Who were magnificent at
Something they'll never have a
Chance to prove
And in their way, what they were practicing
Was loneliness which we all practice
But oddly
None of us will ever grow graceful in
So sometimes we cry