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This is the first song I wrote that I was actually happy with. I went through about four beats before Rod da Blizz (Labor Department) sent me this one and as soon as I heard the first bar I knew it was the right fit for this track. It is still my favorite song I've ever done in that it all feels completely natural to me more than most other songs, where there's always one or two things I never quite feel like I got right.
lyrics
Sighs and stirs her coffee with the side of a knife
I just try to reconstruct the puzzle pieces of her life
Once again it's my job to tell her she's right
And I empathize, I'm just not feelin' it tonight
I'm supposed to be on her side, I try to hide
that I've decided I would rather die than try to modify
the lie that she's been livin' in, I felt like givin' in,
She goes on and on and on about this life that she's imprisoned in
So I hang on every word, every cop out
Every excuse about how no one likes a dropout
She's acting like the whole world is crashing down around her
She hates all of her friends and the people that surround her
There's no sense of irony
'Cause if it gets better, she can never cry to me
But since she's so comfortable down on her knees
I gotta ask her one time, just shut up, please.
So I said, it's a crying shame
The more we all change, the more you stay the same
You never wanna try, you just lay the blame
And still you wonder why we all walkin' away
And that's because I'm sick of hearing how bad you got it
When you diggin' out the past and blastin' it out the coffin
'stead of laying it to rest, looking back and laughing on it,
or turning off the film and forgettin' what happened on it
You do it all passively, like there's some chastity
to break down the sabotage you're using as a strategy
ain't that a sad tragedy, mad that your dad had to see
The way that his daughter could ever fail that massively
but that was how it had to be, it seemed so sad to me
that anyone would ever sing the blues so happily
and I won't ever hear you change your tune,
got the same sad songs about the pain and abuse
It's like a full time job when I try to respect you
In the best of all worlds, we woulda never even met you
There's some days that I can't go through with it,
If you got another chance, you wouldn't know what to do with it
So I said, it's a crying shame
The more we all change, the more you stay the same
You never wanna try, you just lay the blame
And still you wonder why we all walkin' away
