This song was a gift for someone and writing it was a complete waste of time.
lyrics
I wrote this song for you in the key of "G" because I know you think G's pretty.
I know you'd prefer a punk song, but I still lack a band to write one with,
My singing's atrocious, and my lyrics leave a lot to be desired.
(But hey, enough of the self-depreciation shit; it's unattractive, right?)
Today was a hundred degrees and
Tomorrow will feel like a December night.
I've got icicles hanging 'round my soul
Even though the summer sun is still blazing bright.
I woke up at one today and decided to clean my room
So I could feel a bit productive and a little more grown up.
I found my first journal and the first thing I ever wrote about you.
I was sixteen, stupid, and I knew nothing.
But I knew that you were beautiful
And that an angel put the sky in your eyes and the sun in your smile.
I knew you were to good for him, for me, and for anyone else in the world.
Yeah, I knew enough to know that.
And I've been trying to write a melody, for your voice is a song.
Whoever says "no one's perfect" clearly hasn't met you 'cause they're dead wrong.
And Long Island will be empty without you.
With you it shines, soon it won't so much as glow
And I'll take this opportunity to say
That I'm really going to miss you when you go.
You're poetry in motion just like J.D. Salinger.
No, he's not a poet, but he's my favorite and you stomp him into the dust.
You're beautifully written, flawlessly worded, and you jump right off the page so to speak,
And you could be about anything and still be just as so.
You're elegant and charming like my favorite Bright Eyes song
And a place called Storrs, Connecticut won't know what the hell hit it.
I'll miss so much the way you shine and how I'd sometimes let you win at Brawl.
I'll miss the way that you made me feel like I was real.
You're the most beautiful person I've met in every definition of the word
And you've got a way of lighting up rooms with just a blink of those blue eyes
And, to be honest, I think everything about you is absolutely perfect.
You make me want to be a fucking saint.
And while I'm being honest, I would just like to say
That the way you laugh is probably the cutest thing that I've ever heard.
And if I could take it off "G" for a minute,
I'd like to say that I'm sorry for writing this
Song because I know it's
Crossing a lot of lines.
And you know me, I can never find
The words for anything I want to say
But I just want you to
Know
That if it means anything to you
Or helps decipher my ramblings,
I'd blow off lunch with John Lennon
Just to watch Pokémon with you.
credits
from Illustrious,
released May 30, 2012
Music and lyrics by Tommy Cavanagh
Guitar and voice by Tommy Cavanagh
Cello and production by Jon Clarke
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