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Letters (08/24/2004)
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State Line (acoustic hidden track)
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Written by: Butch Walker

And yeah it's another sunny day
(outside of my rainy life)
Outside of my rainy life
(How long till I'm dry again)
Yeah it's another sunny day
(Drowning in the tears that I cry)
Drowning, how long till I'm dry again

. . .


Written by: Butch Walker

Maybe it's just me, but you seem finally happy
I don't think I've seen your face just glow
Like a neon sign and maybe we should be alone for ever after,
Cause even thought the nights are long
At least I'll make it another day

Cause I can't live if you're not happy
I can't live if you cry,
but I can live without you if it makes you smile

And maybe things got weird after all that went down
Things were oh so clear,
that I could never get the right
So tell me what your plans are
And tell me what you're doing
The only thing I'll hold against me is a picture of you tonight

Cause I can't live if you're not happy
I can't live if you cry,
but I can live without you if it makes you smile
And I can't wait to see you rise
and I can't wait for you to shine
But I can wait for you if all you need is...

Time for you to think things over
Time to talk the drama down
It's not a contest of who'll try harder
Or who'll cross the finish line

And I can't live if you're not happy
I can't live if you cry,
but I can live without you if it makes you smile
And I can't wait to see you rise
and I can't wait for you to shine
But I can wait for you if all you need is time

. . .



You say hello, inside I'm screaming I love you
You say goodnight, in my mind
I'm sleeping next to you
You drive away from my car crash of a heart
And I don't know

But you gave me the best mixtape I have
And even all the bad songs ain't so bad
I just wish there was so much more than that
About me and you

You talk to him, and it burns me like the sun
You talk to her, and you say that you feel like he's the one
I talk to me, but you can't hear the pain I feel
You don't know

Cause you gave me the best mixtape I have
And even all the bad songs ain't so bad
I only wish there was more than that
About me and you

(Bridge)
Oh, don't turn around and say bye again
Yeah it crushes my head when you call me
Your friend and I'm not the same person
From back in the day in the back of the class
that you thought was gay
No I can't find the words cause I lost them
The minute they fell out of my mouth
And it's love and I'm in it, so give me your lips
And just let me kiss 'em
and let's get messed up and listen to possibly...

The best mixtape I have
And even all the bad songs ain't so bad
I just wish there was more than that
About me and you

. . .



Don't put another thing on my plate
My brain is so full of your face
I ate I counted the hours
Since the minute that I drove by you

And I got a scar where she left me
Don't think I'll see her around

Come back Sunday (come back Sunday)
Everyday's a Monday
Now that you're gone
Come back Sunday (come back Sunday)
Before I got a minute
The minute was gone
Think you kinda dug me
But other guys are up above me
Trying to get to you cuz I let you go

I like to think I'm a pretty slick guy
But something in the sunlight between your thighs
Turned me into mush with a certified crush on you

And oh, what a bore I must be
You're so far ahead of my world

Chorus

And it's never been so weird
To be at the bottom looking up
And I went into this movie of blood and guts
Thinking I was the shit, I was all grown up
And I wonder, if you wonder, what we could be

. . .


Written by: Danny Grady and Butch Walker

So at last southern California
Sun sets like a long goodbye
I've been dreaming about it for days
but I don't ask why

I can feel it in my bones
I'm a careless season it started just the other day
And what'd you expect
that just for no reason I packed it in and drove away
Now I don't mean to pin this one on you, darlin'
It's time I found something good
When it comes right down
You're just one of many people that never really understood

So at last southern California
Sun sets like a long goodbye
I've been dreaming about it for days
but I don't ask why

As I drove into a city painted on the desert
With everthing 10 miles high
Hard to believe that nobody will see what I see
Through my blood shot eyes
Now I don't mean to sound so young and naive
But I think we've found something good,
And now I can feel me leaving who I used to be
As we're driving into Hollywood

So at last southern California
Sun sets like a long goodbye
I've been dreaming about it for days
but I don't ask why
So at last southern California
Sun sets like a long goodbye
I've been dreaming about it for days
And now I know why

I can feel it in my bones
I'm a careless season it started when I woke today
And now that I'm here
It's all so very clear
The reason that I drove away
Now I don't mean to call so early now, darlin'
But the waves just feel so good
And I'll always come around
And watch the sun go down
Just like you knew I would

So at last southern California
Sun sets like a long goodbye
I've been dreaming about it for days
but I don't ask why
So at last southern California
Sun sets like a long goodbye
I've been dreaming about it for days
And now I know why

. . .


written by Butch Walker

Detox, Detox where are you?
You coulda saved me from a disaster
What with all these cell phone numbers
It's gonna be weeks cleaning off my dresser

I love it I hate it
I can't live without
I love it I hate it, baby

The first time's the worst time
then you become so uncomfortably numb
that you can't hide the fake smile
Stare into space with a look on your face
that says: gotta get outta Los Angeles
So blind I can't see
Gotta get outta Los Angeles
Gotta get Los Angeles
Outta me

Sober sober, send yourself over
I did it again last night
I wasted a good conversation
'bout music and God
on an outta work coked up, A&R guy

I love it I hate it
I can't live without
I love it I hate it, baby

The first time's the worst time
then you become so uncomfortably numb
that you can't hide the fake smile
Stare into space with a look on your face
that says: gotta get outta Los Angeles
So blind I can't see
Gotta get outta Los Angeles
Gotta get Los Angeles
Outta me

. . .


written by Butch Walker

Joan moved away to Colorado
Said she found God and a boyfriend as well
One that one hit her or make her feel shallow
There's a lot to learn about Joan

Before I moved in Joan had a fling with the landlord
So she got to stay here for free
And I'm not a genius but I figured out
There's a lot to learn from Joan

And after all this time, you were waiting on the ride
To stop at the place where they slowly misplaced your life...
Go get it right

I went to the closet to get dressed for work
When I spotted a box I had not seen before
With all kinds of letters that never got sent to a guy in Colorado since 1994
And I know it's wrong
but I sat and opened in no certain order
A letter or two she talked about blisters and bruises of anger
And she bought a handgun to learn how to shoot
And the last letter said that she had to get out
But I couldn't make out the rest of the note
From the blood stains all over the page of the letters
There's a lot to learn
And there's a lot I learned about Joan

And after all this time, you were waiting on the ride
To stop at the place where you slowly misplaced your life
Oh and after all this time, you were waiting on the ride
To stop at the place where they slowly misplaced your life...
Go get it right
Go get it right
Go get it right
Go get it right

. . .


written by Butch Walker

Good morning sunlight
As I get used to you
It's all gonna be all right
I did all I can do
And as I'm waiting for those eyes
To say what's on your mind
I finally think I've found the words to say...

So baby don't move at all
Cause you're about to break my fall
Stay where you are, staring at the stars
Don't ever move at all

So many black and white
Are made to be so blue
We've all got our wars to fight
But I won't fight with you
If I could just get your attention
I'd never let it go
Until you've felt what I am gonna say....

So baby don't move at all
Cause you're about to break my fall
Stay where you are, staring at the stars
Don't ever move at all

(Bridge)
Oh, why's it gotta be that everybody's gotta see the sadness
Everybody's lonely, we don't have to be lonely
Baby, no baby oh, I can move you like an earthquake
Listen to me as my hands shake
Cause I want you, I need you
I can't live without you, baby

Baby don't move at all
Cause you're about to break my fall
Stay where you are, staring at the stars
Don't ever move at all

. . .


written by Butch Walker

There was a blackout in my heart in the summer of '03
I was walking over bridges
Tryin' to find my way to me
When the problem was restored
I can't describe the damage done
This would be the first time
And no it wasn't fun

All these aging hipsters with another axe to grind
So put me on the battle field
Where hardcore goes to die

Can I get a hell yeah
(If you're as lost as I am)
Yeah dawg
(If you hate that expression)
Doggin' on others is now my profession
Since you blew the lights out in my heart

I'm feeling kinda bored so let's go charge up the car
Let's all put on those trucker hats
And head out to a bar
We'll end up in the standard in the bathroom
Don't coke this is very Hollywood
And yeah I get the joke

Everything tastes better
When the novacaine sets in
So have a second helping of the ones you call your friends

Can I get a hell yeah
(If you're as lost as I am)
Yeah dawg
(If you hate that expression)
Doggin' on others is now my profession
Since you blew the lights out in my heart

Why don't ya all f-f-f-fade away

Vodka rhymes with lotsa
Bourbon rhymes with hurtin'
These are things I'm gonna feel
This much I know is certain

Can I get a hell yeah
(If you're as lost as I am)
Yeah dawg
(If you hate that expression)
Doggin' on others is now my profession
Since you blew the lights out in my heart

. . .


written by Butch Walker

Hello how you doing?
What's it like to ruin all my self esteem
Let me blow off some steam
For 5 years I've waited,
So why am I jaded to get back at you
What makes it cool

When you act like nothing ever happened
I feel like I should feel bad
But I can't like someone who thought
They're the only one that mattered
I hope that you're flattered
Cause you broke this down
The best thing that you never had

And it seems like a loss somehow
My heart got lost on the way to my head
And my brain cells are dead
And the craziness shows
Now I start to go when the green turns to red
And I should be dead

When you act like nothing ever happened
I feel like I should feel bad
But I can't like someone who thought
They're the only one that mattered
While my heart got shattered like romantic roadkill
My heart is all splattered your ego got fatter
And I hope that you're flattered
Cause you broke this down
The best thing that you never had

Like the toilet seat never got lifted
And I pissed on your confidence
When you weren't around, how can that be?
Don't turn this around
You were the one
Who drove my ass right to the ground

When you act like nothing ever happened
I feel like I should feel bad, and I can't like

Someone who thought
They're the only one that mattered
While my heart got shattered like romantic roadkill
My heart is all splattered your ego got fatter
And I hope that you're flattered
Cause you broke this down
You broke this down
The best thing, the best thing,
The best thing that you never had

You never had...

. . .


Written by Butch Walker

I see him look at you and speak with such eloquence
All I can do is rhyme eloquence with presidence
It's the only word I think about
When your his and not mine...
(So unkind, so unkind)
And it gets so annoying like a chick magazine with 17 subscription cards shoved
in between
They fall past my seat
And they land at my feet
Right next my pride, now can you beat that?

And what I can I say I come racecars and goth rock
And what can you do
You're just California gridlock
I'm a broken down camaro overheated
But you'll never know you're the one that caused this crash

7 days passed since your last break up note
With its shaky and scribbled out, started over, broken words
That you wrote you know having what you needed wasn't good enough for you
Never do, never do
And now you're in his house that's the size of a mall
I've never seen a grand piano look so fucking small
You know probably one of many things that are small about him too

And what I can I say I come racecars and punk rock
And what can you do
You're just California gridlock
I'm a broken down camaro overheated
But you'll never know you're the one that caused this crash

Can we just try to forget that we were ever very different
Cause the tattoo on your shoulder tells me baby that ain't true
But I like that in you, so quit tryin' to prove yourself
And wake up and lose yourself in me

And what I can I say I come racecars and cock rock
And what can you do
You're just California gridlock
I'm a broken down camaro overheated
But you'll never know you're the one that caused this crash

And what I can I say I come racecars and pop rocks
And what can you do
You're just California gridlock
I'm a broken down camaro overheated
But you'll never know you're the one that caused this crash

. . .


Written by Butch Walker

Well I fumbled for a pencil
And my I'm so sorry pad
And I wrote until I sprained my stupid brain
Well you know that there's a reason I made this up so fast
I though I'd never get a chance to say
What's on my mind, I'm never kind
When my vocabulary's secondary to a bottle of wine

But I promise I can love you
Just like a man
And I promise I can hold you
Like nobody can

I never knew the difference between bullshit and sincere
As long as it sounded good
While coming out
And I can't blame it on my father
He gave me my 1st beer
And he held my head back as I puked it out
What was I saying, there I go playing

The game I know so well
Talking about myself when it should be you

But I promise I can love you
Just like a man
And I promise I can hold you
Like nobody can

. . .


Written by Butch Walker

As she woke up for the final injection
The sickness was hard
When there was no one around
And it spread to her hands
And it spread to her legs
And they felt like the mud from the pond on the ground
that she played in as a kid
What she did to deserve this
While her friends were at parties
She was on the floor, with a mixture of blood
Sweat and tears by her head
That's when she said, can I be dead?
Yeah I've heard that before

So as I'm writing this thank you note
There's just one thing she wanted you to know
Just before she had to go, she said that she liked you

Just hung the painting that we found of London
I never saw the beauty of that city before
As it sat in our basement next to board games and year books
With a faint smell of must, dust and dog food on the floor

So as I'm writing this thank you note
There's just one thing she wanted you to know
Just before she had to go, she said that she liked you

. . .


Seven hours till the moon sleeps
I lose my mind as I drive away
Your cigarettes are in the back seat
I can't bring myself to throw away

All of the film from the camera that took
All the pictures of the images in my mind

So I'll drive a straight line, right across the state line
Out until the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone
Then you won't have to feel torn

Pass the churches filled with guilted faith
They send there hangovers from last night
It won't do me any good to pray
'Cause even God knows that you were right

And I was wrong, oh, yeah, it kills me
My kid will never know me with another man by his side

So I'll drive a straight line when I cross the state line
Out until the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone
You won't have to feel torn

So I'll drive a straight line when I cross the state line
Out until the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone

So I'll drive a straight line when I cross the state line
Out until the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone
You won't have to feel torn, have to feel torn

Thinking of you with my last breath

. . .


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