Lyrics…

Young Enough Not To Care 

I can’t seem to fit this picture 
None of the words go in a straight line 
I met this girl who said I needed her 
& now I can’t get her off my mind  She’s old enough to know better
Young enough not to care   
She’s all high times and misdemeanours  
Be there at your earliest convenience 
And you can’t hear her you can’t hear her when she cries 
You don’t see a tear it all stays on the inside 
How time flies when you’re trying to hide from yourself 
And like everybody else she’s   
Old enough to know better Young enough not to care  Just a trail of bad decisions 
The wrong person at the right time 
And all I’m feeling, all I’m feeling is remorse 
Yeah I could have stepped in like I know I did before 
Well how time flies when you’re looking out for yourself 
And like everybody else I’m   
Old enough to know better 
Young enough not to care 
It’s punishment for wasted time but 
She doesn’t even want to recognise her crime 
Old enough to know better 
Young enough not to care 
But she still don’t care   
It’s punishment for wasted time girl 
It’s punishment if you’re young enough not to care  Pistols at DawnThere are two simple rules in life to obey 
And number one is that you don’t reveal both 
I won’t reveal my tricks because loose lips sink ships 
It’s the repeated sequence I can’t delay 
For all these conversations in stereo 
I’ll try to keep my tongue close to my pistol   
Bigger they are the harder they fall 
Harder they fall the better I feel 
And I feel good 
There are two simple rules in life to obey 
And you already know number one 
I won’t reveal my tricks because loose lips sink ships 
This is the message I will try to relay 
In these conversations in stereo 
I’ll try to keep my tongue close to my pistol 
Bigger they are the harder they fall 
Harder they fall the better I feel 
And I feel good

Half Read Book  This is taking some time to come up with a reply
and the mirror on the wall doesn’t look me in the eye
through salt over my shoulder just to balance out my luck
and when the moment come I’m sure the words will leave my mouth  But I got to end what I start
this cant be another thing I do by half
another idea I loose, another half read book, another conversation I have with myself that I wish I never waste cause the point has now gone
come back to me, come back to me I’ll keep you in my thoughts
but I’ll just be the same old me
indecisive naturally
occasionally inspired, mostly bored and mainly lying one and one and one is three
it’s all coming back to me
there’s always one
and that’s the way it’s got to be
there’s always one
and it’s always me picking the moment was never my strength
and sensing the tone at least requires some sense
head back whilst breathing in
waiting for the gaps to speak
walking down the streets that I know I’ve been before but the words are still stuck in the back of my throat
spit it out boy, spit it out you got to spit it out
I despise people I never understood
but with a pinched smile I’ll get used to them
I’ll get used to them one and one and one is three
it’s all coming back to me another idea I lose
another half read book
another conversation I have with myself

Plan A 

An easy answer is the last thing I expect
I’ll guess I’ll have to wait for what comes next
and I’ll wait for the lights to go out
and I’ll be waiting in my coffin till they carry me out
An easy answer is the last thing I expectI don’t have a back up plan
it’s a black and white picture and I don’t know where I stand
I don’t have a back up plan
it’s a black and white picture and I don’t know where I stand  I just don’t know where I stand
I guess it’s true what all the others say
nice guys finish last in every race and I’m running so I can be fashionably late
I guess it’s true what all the others say  I don’t have a back up plan
it’s a black and white picture and I don’t know where I stand
I don’t have a back up plan
it’s a black and white picture and I don’t know where I stand I just don’t know where I stand I don’t have a back up plan it’s a black and white picture and my backs to the wall again

Say No Say Yeah 

Everything is never enough
if it’s not something then it’s something else  You’ve only got two ears and one mouth
so listen twice as hard as you speak when you are spoken to and give me just a little, just a little, just a little bit
give me just a little bit of something else  give me just a little, just a little, just a little bit
give me something else for them to talk about and give me just a little, just a little, just a little bit
give me just a little bit of something else give me just a little, just a little, just a little bit
give me something else for them to talk about it’s hard to say anything
when nothing else is good enough stop being so cynical I’m a man of principles yeah yeah
yeah yeah It’s hard to say no when you really should be saying yeah give me just a little bit of something else cause I can’t take it
beggars can’t be choosers when you’re caught between a rock and a hard place
just a little bit so I can get used to it
stop being so cynical I’m a man of principles  Question Mark Shaped Heart 

 

These days everything’s the same
every little story about every little name and face you meet
and we all meet up in symmetry
but to me it looks like a cemetery look I know it wasn’t mine to take
but I didn’t even catch your name
maybe you didn’t even throw it my way I know how this ends I’ve seen it all before
I know what’s locked behind every door and I’m telling you
there’s secrets in these wallsif these walls could speak
if these walls could speak A cardinal sin or a golden rule
it’s hard to tell between the two
A cardinal sin or a golden rule
it’s hard to tell between the two I’m falling over getting down on myself but it’s not my problem you created this mess
you took everything and never got caught now 

Half of your heart is a question mark