Jensen McRae 앨범 : I Don't Know How But They Found Me!
Me and heaven used to walkie-talkie
clear as radio.
Now it seems the batteries are
really running low.
Ever since I learned how deep rock
bottom goes—
How are things I can’t forget things
you’ve never known?
I don’t want to talk about how
you can’t remember it now.
You took what had been mine to lose.
But it was just Tuesday to you.
If you spent a day in my shoes,
You’d know how it feels to be used.
To me it was all breaking news.
But it was just Tuesday to you.
One look could take your life,
A dagger in a rolling eye, I
brought down the moon for you, and
you put out the light, like
Judas giving Jesus one kiss.
Fuck it, maybe Brutus’ hand slipped.
You still get the benefit of
this doubt of mine.
I don’t want to talk about how
you can’t remember it now—
How holding my hand left a bruise.
‘Cause it was just Tuesday to you.
If you spent a day in my shoes,
You’d know how it feels to be used.
To me it was all breaking news.
But it was just Tuesday to you.
Architect of all my wounds,
I’ll be forgetting you soon.
‘Til then, I don’t know what I’ll do.
‘Cause it was just Tuesday to you.
Your knife is so deep,It’s a weapon I’m scared to remove.
I told you the things that you did,
You said you never knew.
Me and heaven used to walkie-talkie
clear as radio.
Now it seems the batteries are
really running low.
Ever since I learned how deep rock
bottom goes—
How are things I can’t forget things
you’ve never known?
I don’t want to talk about how
you can’t remember it now.
You took what had been mine to lose.
But it was just Tuesday to you.
If you spent a day in my shoes,
You’d know how it feels to be used.
To me it was all breaking news.
But it was just Tuesday to you.
One look could take your life,
A dagger in a rolling eye, I
brought down the moon for you, and
you put out the light, like
Judas giving Jesus one kiss.
Fuck it, maybe Brutus’ hand slipped.
You still get the benefit of
this doubt of mine.
I don’t want to talk about how
you can’t remember it now—
How holding my hand left a bruise.
‘Cause it was just Tuesday to you.
If you spent a day in my shoes,
You’d know how it feels to be used.
To me it was all breaking news.
But it was just Tuesday to you.
Architect of all my wounds,
I’ll be forgetting you soon.
‘Til then, I don’t know what I’ll do.
‘Cause it was just Tuesday to you.
Your knife is so deep,It’s a weapon I’m scared to remove.
I told you the things that you did,
You said you never knew.
Me and heaven used to walkie-talkie
clear as radio.
Now it seems the batteries are
really running low.
Ever since I learned how deep rock
bottom goes—
How are things I can’t forget things
you’ve never known?
I don’t want to talk about how
you can’t remember it now.
You took what had been mine to lose.
But it was just Tuesday to you.
If you spent a day in my shoes,
You’d know how it feels to be used.
To me it was all breaking news.
But it was just Tuesday to you.
One look could take your life,
A dagger in a rolling eye, I
brought down the moon for you, and
you put out the light, like
Judas giving Jesus one kiss.
Fuck it, maybe Brutus’ hand slipped.
You still get the benefit of
this doubt of mine.
I don’t want to talk about how
you can’t remember it now—
How holding my hand left a bruise.
‘Cause it was just Tuesday to you.
If you spent a day in my shoes,
You’d know how it feels to be used.
To me it was all breaking news.
But it was just Tuesday to you.
Architect of all my wounds,
I’ll be forgetting you soon.
‘Til then, I don’t know what I’ll do.
‘Cause it was just Tuesday to you.
Your knife is so deep,It’s a weapon I’m scared to remove.
I told you the things that you did,
You said you never knew.