Watsky - Dedicated to Christina Li lyrics
[Watsky - Dedicated to Christina Li lyrics]
The first time I went back
To homeroom from the hospital
I thought that being more
Embarrassed was impossible but God
The second time it really turned my stomach
Now I’m the kid who collapses and
Then spazzes out in public
This time was a bowling alley
The first was in the yard
And kids in middle school just watched
Me trip and kicked me hard
Except this girl named Crissie Li
Who flips around at her desk
And gives me the world’s biggest Disney card
Wrote "best wishes
" and "kisses" where she signed it
3 feet by 2 feet, I coulda hid behind it
I didn’t like the pity
From Christina Li though
I’m thinking "Crissie
Can’t you see I’m busy being emo?"
‘Cause, I think I mighta heard
She maybe sorta liked me
And since she wasn’t cool enough I
Guess I took it lightly
Had braces and glasses and wasn’t Mrs popular
And so I didn’t really give a thought to her
A heart breaking sounds like
Guitar strings snapping
It’s the notes of the
Song that’ll never happen
And the wind in the leaves is
The sound of ghosts clapping
But a heart breaking sounds
Like guitar strings snapping
There’s holes in my memory-
It isn’t photographic
There’s holes in my yearbook but
The cut-out folks were plastic
Ten years pass, I don’t cross paths
With half the people from my class again
'til we meet at Crissie’s open casket
Those who chose to ask it probably knew
I could have dug in deeper if I’d wanted to
But, you couldn’t tell a thing
Was off on the surface
And I didn’t know she was sick
Until I heard about her service
She was born with a heart defect
Used to the cold knife
She’d been in and out of
Hospitals her whole life
She knew the whole time, and never said why
She felt my pain herself and helped
Me hold my head high
The nicest folks are those who
Know the throes of crisis
Though I know it’s crime to twist her
Life to fit my own devices
Why’s it so hard to mourn
And then try to learn by this
But lights that burn shortest
Are the lights that burn brightest
A heart breaking sounds like
Guitar strings snapping
It’s the notes of the
Song that’ll never happen
And the wind in the leaves is
The sound of ghosts clapping
But a heart breaking sounds
Like guitar strings snapping
Our 8th grade yearbook page for
Dedicating songs wasn’t long
Even in a school eleven hundred strong
The yearbook advertised for months
But when it’s said and done
Crissie bought six, the third most of anyone
Alvin got "Your Faith in
Me" by Jessica Simpson
Pebbles got Richard Marx’s ballad
"At the Beginning"
It feels like sloppy poetry the
Way her life would end
After sending Mariah Carrey’s "Any Time
You Need a Friend"
But corniness is honesty that’s
Wrapped in cliché
And most slow jam lyrics aren’t shit I’m
Brave enough to say without a smirk
But before she went to dirt
She left us finally
"I Will Remember You" to Geoff, Mike
Bry and me you can plot if you must
Say it’s obviously fate
Or explain that God is just
But all I know is that until my body’s dust
I will try to think of her as
Much as Crissie thought of us
This one goes out to Christina
To homeroom from the hospital
I thought that being more
Embarrassed was impossible but God
The second time it really turned my stomach
Now I’m the kid who collapses and
Then spazzes out in public
This time was a bowling alley
The first was in the yard
And kids in middle school just watched
Me trip and kicked me hard
Except this girl named Crissie Li
Who flips around at her desk
And gives me the world’s biggest Disney card
Wrote "best wishes
" and "kisses" where she signed it
3 feet by 2 feet, I coulda hid behind it
I didn’t like the pity
From Christina Li though
I’m thinking "Crissie
Can’t you see I’m busy being emo?"
‘Cause, I think I mighta heard
She maybe sorta liked me
And since she wasn’t cool enough I
Guess I took it lightly
Had braces and glasses and wasn’t Mrs popular
And so I didn’t really give a thought to her
A heart breaking sounds like
Guitar strings snapping
It’s the notes of the
Song that’ll never happen
And the wind in the leaves is
The sound of ghosts clapping
But a heart breaking sounds
Like guitar strings snapping
There’s holes in my memory-
It isn’t photographic
There’s holes in my yearbook but
The cut-out folks were plastic
Ten years pass, I don’t cross paths
With half the people from my class again
'til we meet at Crissie’s open casket
Those who chose to ask it probably knew
I could have dug in deeper if I’d wanted to
But, you couldn’t tell a thing
Was off on the surface
And I didn’t know she was sick
Until I heard about her service
She was born with a heart defect
Used to the cold knife
She’d been in and out of
Hospitals her whole life
She knew the whole time, and never said why
She felt my pain herself and helped
Me hold my head high
The nicest folks are those who
Know the throes of crisis
Though I know it’s crime to twist her
Life to fit my own devices
Why’s it so hard to mourn
And then try to learn by this
But lights that burn shortest
Are the lights that burn brightest
A heart breaking sounds like
Guitar strings snapping
It’s the notes of the
Song that’ll never happen
And the wind in the leaves is
The sound of ghosts clapping
But a heart breaking sounds
Like guitar strings snapping
Our 8th grade yearbook page for
Dedicating songs wasn’t long
Even in a school eleven hundred strong
The yearbook advertised for months
But when it’s said and done
Crissie bought six, the third most of anyone
Alvin got "Your Faith in
Me" by Jessica Simpson
Pebbles got Richard Marx’s ballad
"At the Beginning"
It feels like sloppy poetry the
Way her life would end
After sending Mariah Carrey’s "Any Time
You Need a Friend"
But corniness is honesty that’s
Wrapped in cliché
And most slow jam lyrics aren’t shit I’m
Brave enough to say without a smirk
But before she went to dirt
She left us finally
"I Will Remember You" to Geoff, Mike
Bry and me you can plot if you must
Say it’s obviously fate
Or explain that God is just
But all I know is that until my body’s dust
I will try to think of her as
Much as Crissie thought of us
This one goes out to Christina