[00:00.000] 作词 : Liam Mc Cay/Campbell Chidester
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Liam Mc Cay/Campbell Chidester
[00:22.201]I wanted to give you the best of me
[00:24.560]But when that wasn't enough
[00:25.842]You began unraveling me like a tangled shoelace
[00:28.717]Like something that needed correcting
[00:31.591]Your lap became my operating table as you
[00:33.935]Dissected every bit of kindness and goodness until i was a bloody mess in your lap
[00:39.736]I wonder why my hands are stained red, and yours are clean
[00:43.604]I don’t think it will wash out and i don't think you'll want to hold my hand anymore
[00:49.987]You tell me i complain too much as i gasp for air
[00:52.868]It's always too much, or too little.
[00:55.055]I should have known you'd never play fair
[00:57.665]You can trick yourself into thinking you're still a good man
[01:00.649]But i can't breathe, you canI feel you reach in me, rearranging
[01:06.448]Organizing, correcting, takingI don't like it, but if it's what you want i'll live with it in the hope that one day it will be exchanging
[01:14.914]I'll paint you a triptych when you're done
[01:16.994]I’m not an artist but i could be for you
[01:19.072]I’m not a poet but you're still my muse
[01:21.525]I’d do anything, i wonder if you knew
[01:24.928]But i can't get up, and you're gone, so i guess
[01:27.525]I'm not an artist and i’ll never be a poet and i think i did too much
[01:32.260]You're done, so go clean your knife.
[01:34.884]I'm still not what you want, and i'm not who i was

作词 : Liam Mc Cay/Campbell Chidester
作曲 : Liam Mc Cay/Campbell Chidester
I wanted to give you the best of me
But when that wasn't enough
You began unraveling me like a tangled shoelace
Like something that needed correcting
Your lap became my operating table as you
Dissected every bit of kindness and goodness until i was a bloody mess in your lap
I wonder why my hands are stained red, and yours are clean
I don’t think it will wash out and i don't think you'll want to hold my hand anymore
You tell me i complain too much as i gasp for air
It's always too much, or too little.
I should have known you'd never play fair
You can trick yourself into thinking you're still a good man
But i can't breathe, you canI feel you reach in me, rearranging
Organizing, correcting, takingI don't like it, but if it's what you want i'll live with it in the hope that one day it will be exchanging
I'll paint you a triptych when you're done
I’m not an artist but i could be for you
I’m not a poet but you're still my muse
I’d do anything, i wonder if you knew
But i can't get up, and you're gone, so i guess
I'm not an artist and i’ll never be a poet and i think i did too much
You're done, so go clean your knife.
I'm still not what you want, and i'm not who i was