Sage Francis Lyrics

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Message Sent Lyrics

I've got some letters inside of my drawer

 that should have been stamped and delivered

 One is addressed to my ex

 it says I'm the type of kid who can't be lived with

 One is addressed to my friends

 it says I'm a mess so y'all can't visit

 One is addressed to myself

 but I don't know what personality or hand to give it

 

 I'm a God damn misfit...mismatched, but never missed much

 Mr Right-time-wrong-place with a long face until our lips touch

 I don't miss the mistrust, its what got our messages mixed up

 Before I rip up your letters let us see if I can tear you away from his clutch

 

 This stuff's a whole other drawer

 from a different dresser I'm not ready to address

 I went to the west to get my mind off things and I'm already depressed

 I give up. Get let down. Down play. Play games. Put on my game face

 Face my pharmecudial needs and feed on my medicine, but I don't like the way it tastes

 

 I go place to place without enough money to put a bed under me

 So I share my sleeping space with rodents, insects, and dust bunnies

 I laugh at the mess I've created for myself until it gets unfunny

 But I'm content in the fact that they don't expect respect, sex, love, or trust from me 

 

 When I'm hungry I can taste it

 I hide in the basement

 Check up on me every now and then

 Because my mood swings low...and I can feel myself going down again

 

 Falling off is easy. Getting put on takes a bit of ass kissing

 I'd rather listen to myself flop on the ground than hear the sound of a mattress spring

 I rap and sing and talk and write and often type with 2 fingers

 The "hunt and kill" method

 I edit one third of a word per second

 

 Your emails sit in my unsent box. If you're a girl that I miss

 You'll eventually get my virtual good bye kiss

 The rest are addressed to my friends and the subject line is "Just check this fine bitch"

 And the one for myself is untitled but...its the same virus 

 

 My wrists get slit on your shoulder blades

 when I lose my grip while I hold your face

 Let it drip on your golden laced silver slip...

 spilling all over the place

 I'd lay my jacket over the blood puddle when we'd go on dates

 to prove that I'm a gentleman, peddling my bike at a slower pace

 

 "The sum of the parts doesn't equal the whole," she states

 Before my parents get home I'll take

 time to find the fragments of our relationship

 and glue back together this broken vase. 

 

 Falling in love is easy. Falling out of love takes a bit of practice

 I'm good at both without even owning a mattress

 I never asked for a kiss without deserving one.

 If you never saw me cry before

 wait for the next time I wake up on the wrong side of the floor

 

 I've got some letters inside of my drawer

 that should have been sent by now

 Sealed in an envelope

 One is addressed to my ex

 and it says that I feel our friendship's a joke

 One is addressed to my friend

 and it says his ex-girlfriend's on coke

 And one is addressed to myself on a personal note

 Unopened...filled with endless quotes

 

 Whenever I spoke, they'd close me in and bust my lip

 Now I wear parenthesis on my temples, step to the podium and just think

 Whenever lonely I shrink...hold myself...squeezing tight

 Before I sprawl out on the hardwood floor and kiss myself to sleep at night

 

 I have dreams of flight, but I'm not floating

 The ground is approaching awfully quick

 So I wake up screaming for you to catch me

 That's what I start every day off with

 

 I may talk shit, but there ain't much else to do in this prison cell

 And lucky for me no one listens well...especially when I dis myself

 I'll fly away on a pig when my living hell freezes over

 And since I'm used to the cold I'll be able to rest my head on Jesus' shoulder

 

 Explanations are in order for why these floor boards are always freezing

 I guess it'll all make sense once we get older and reach the Age of Reason

 Until then, I'll have no reason to sleep in. Not even on weekends

 Unless we're together, because my will power will probably weaken

 

 Deepen my appreciation for the current condition

 because I'm sick of always feeling like something is missing. 

 

 I slumber in one position. Crouched up an fetal like. 

 And the couch sucks cuz my feet are like...given no space to breathe

 while I embrace my knees 

 

 So its off to the floor because I can't sleep anywhere else

 That's where I write these letters to all of y'all but never send 'em

 It's better to just keep to myself 

 

 Its better to just keep to myself

 

 Its better to just keep to myself