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sun kil moon – not much rhymes with everything’s awesome at all times كلمات اغاني

things were amazing when you lived in l.a
things were sublime up in the east bay
then you landed in england’s grey london town
again, things were great
you say you’re a writer but what can you say
when each night ends another perfect day
when a weekend in a hostel was a fabulous stay
you’re just too high to reach

it’s hard to swallow your big bright pills
the one, i ask, how do you really feel?
can you dim the light for just a few minutes
lose the phrases, the overused snippets?

you’re living among the grime and the soot
a scene straight out of a charles d-ckens book
ain’t got no man to give you no love
kiss on the cheek, a welcome home hug

[chorus]
you say you’re a poet, but i’ve not read a line
just seeing the notebook, the cover and spine
you say you’re a poet, but how much rhymes
with everything’s perfect at all times?

you left for rome and paris, france
came back home in a born-again trance
you met me for lunch so late one day
out of breath with so much to say

we sat down together and i stared at your phone
i squinted hard but could not feel your tone
i looked on at endless two-inch frames
thinking, christ, they’re all the f-cking same

what’s beneath your glow and your gleam?
what’s not in the picture, baby?
are there scars somewhere on your skin?
are there more deeper you’re hiding?

tell me about when you were a kid
did someone you know drive off of a cliff?
did you get picked on by your big brother?
what are you carrying, what are you smothering?

is something crawling on you like bugs?
is something eating away at your guts?
is something slithering down in the drain?
is something swimming around in your veins?

you say that you’re happy here in this place
staring off into internet sp-ce
trying to hit a magic b-tton
waking up lonely next to no one

next to your laptop and your sl!ck phone
and your book of illogic poems
you’re my friend, you know that i love you
open up, babe, no i won’t judge you

i’m an artist, it’s all that i’ve got
i know when i see one, and baby, you’re not
a poet knows that not much rhymes
with everything’s perfect at all times

[chorus]
you say you’re a poet, but i’ve not read a line
just seeing the notebook, the cover and spine
you say you’re a poet, but how much rhymes
with everything’s perfect at all times?

- sun kil moon

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