Most of this song was written on post-it notes stuck to the steering wheel of my old Saab. I had a big fight with my girlfriend beforehand, and I was driving to a park in east Vancouver to play songs for a bunch of children.
lyrics
I'm sorry, my behaviour must be quite alarming
but I've been a mess since the morning
when I woke up feeling blue about it.
No, I couldn't explain to you why I'm
feeling so angry, your bright eyes
are making this all much worse.
You said, "Baby I love you" and you wept
because I couldn't come to my senses
fast enough to prove.
Now I'm driving alone in the car.
I'm playing a show in the park.
I'm wondering how I'm to sing for all these people I don't know.
I have trouble with taking it slow.
I'm an impatient individual.
I'm sorry for the fuss.
Promises made, but not made to keep,
leave holes in your chest and blood on your sleeve.
And all of the sense you make but don't see
it aint worth a cent and don't mean a thing.
Just cus you did does not mean you do.
Just cus you think does not make it true.
Just cus we are does not mean we still.
Just cus we can does not mean we will.
In a constant state of freefall I imagine it would seem
like the distance overhead us is the same as underneath.
You've really got no idea that you are moving at all.
What actually feels like flight turns out to be a fall.
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