Things That Were - Serpents Rise

What makes you think You're too good for me? What makes me miss The way we used to be? I'm freezing cold It's getting late Staying around yours Feels like it's fate You say I'm the wrong guy To sit with and stand by Well, I don't know, babe (alright now) I think I can move on Now that I want you back And happiness is what I lack I'm tryna get my life on track (oh) Stuck wasting time On things I thought were mine Heaven only knows I need them One day you are here The next day you are gone What's that all about? Where'd it all come from? You say I'm the wrong guy To sit with and stand by Well, I don't know, babe I think I can move on Now that I want you back And happiness is what I lack I'm tryna get my life on track I don't know, babe No, babe Nothing will be keeping me from getting down I don't know, babe No, babe Nothing will be keeping me You say I'm the wrong guy To sit with and stand by Well, I don't know, babe I think I can move on Now that I want you back And happiness is what I lack I'm tryna get my life on track One more time now You say I'm the wrong guy To sit with and stand by Well, I don't know, babe (alright now) I think I can move on Now that I want you back And now that happiness is what I have It's nice to know my life's on track

Stuck in a replay I don't wanna see Rehearsed dances front of a raging sea Of people that want to kiss or kill you there Mashin' the buttons that bashes your brain Thinkin' your passion's drivin' you insane You've got no one else to blame (Aww, poor you) All along you played along All along all things were wrong I will try to be respectful and clear Time-wasting's a manifestation of fear I don't know why you stick to that technique Love it or leave it behind in the dust But turning you off, it's harder to adjust To life without your sense of competition And like a flash it comes and goes The success you thought was owed All along you played along All along all things were wrong Yeah

We are not young enough to know How to sit and say nothing like we would And you are too tired to control How you look like you feel, like you should And you think I don't notice The way that you were And act like you don't feel it The way that you were And you barely believe it The way that you were And I am so ready To tear that knife from what once Would have been dead fingers Lying blue against the floor And you will no longer Stand between collapsing walls Wearing a smile Like you cannot bear it anymore Come on, tear off the bandage The way that you were With pain as your language The way that you were Will you show me the damage? The way that you were No How much did they hurt you? The way that you were And how much did they break you? The way that you were And how far did they take you? The way that you were You were (oh, no, and I) (You will never be the same, oh, no) (You will never be the same, oh, no) (You will never be the same, oh, no) (Oh-oh-oh-oh...)

Down, down Let your crazy out Boys go crazy over you Grip like a New York window cleaner Just staring at you Youth, don't leave me, hair stay on me God, I love those hips Oh memory, don't forsake me Not like this All those pretty things, don't sweat the pretty things So collectable, why not collect them all Obviously, cunningly, womanly All those pretty things, God bless the pretty things They're still out there somewhere Making men feel this way At fallen broadway station I see them every day, all day Download a little meditation It might pull you through She blinded me with silence Anchored here with you All those pretty things, don't sweat the pretty things So collectable, why not collect them all Obviously, cunningly, womanly All those pretty things, God bless the pretty things All those pretty things, don't sweat the pretty things So collectable, why not collect them all Obviously, cunningly, womanly All those pretty things, God bless the pretty things Does she talk like (Oh ooh ooh oh) Will it feel like (Ah ah ah ah) Does she tell you, what she wants Can you give her, what she needs Youth, don't leave me, hair stay on me God I love those hips Oh memory, don't forsake me Not like this All those pretty things, don't sweat the pretty things So collectable, why not collect them all Obviously, cunningly, womanly All those pretty things, God bless the pretty things All those pretty things, don't sweat the pretty things So collectable, why not collect them all Obviously, cunningly, womanly All those pretty things, God bless the pretty things

A little girl puts on her skates Sits down on the porch and waits And hopes her daddy won't be long One more call, one more meeting Afternoon turns into evening Still, he ain't made it home Things that matter And things that don't Another place someone slams the door Says, "I don't love you anymore" Looks like another sleepless night Tossing, turning on the couch He wonders if they'll work it out It's all about being happy or being right Things that matter And things that don't We only get so many trips around the sun Some things matter, some things don't It's up to you to choose which one We only get so many trips around the sun Some things matter, some things don't It's up to you to choose which one So tonight as I close my eyes I pray Lord help me realize Something I already know There's things that matter And things that don't A little girl puts on her skates Sits down on the porch and waits And hopes her daddy won't be long