Give Up lyrics

Last week I had the strangest dream
where everything was exactly how it seemed
where there was never any mystery
of who shot John F. Kennedy.
It was just a man with something to prove,
slightly bored and severely confused.
He steadied his rifle with his target in the center
and became famous on that day in November.

Don't wake me, I plan on sleeping in (x4)

(guy)
Would someone please call a surgeon
who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
that you're deserting for better company

I can't accept that it's over
and I will block the door
like a goalie tending the net
in the third quarter
of a tied game rivalry

so just say how to make it right
and I swear I'll do my best to comply

I am thinking it's a sign
that the freckles in our eyes
are mirror images
and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned.

And I have to speculate
that God Himself did make
us into corresponding shapes
like puzzle pieces from the clay.

And true it may seem like a stretch
but it's thoughts like this that catch
my troubled head when you're away
and when I am missing you to death.

putting all the vegetables away

that you bought at the grocery store today

and it goes fast

you think of the past

suddenly everything has changed

driving home

the sky accelerates

and the clouds all form

a gemometric shape

and it goes fast

you think of the past

suddenly everything has changed

putting all the clothes

you washed away

how can I just let you walk away

just let you leave without a trace?

when I stand here taking every breath

with you, oooou

you're the only one
who really knew me at all

how can you just walk away from me

when all I can do is watch you leave?

cause we shared the laughter and the pain

and even shared the tears

you're the only one

who really knew me at all

I'll write you a song
and it won't be hard to sing
it will be a natural anthem
familiar it will seem

it will rally all the workers
on strike for better pay
and its chorus will resound
and boost morale throughout the day

I'll write you a song
and I hope that you won't mind
because all the names and places
I have taken from your life

so please don't be upset

This place is a prison
and these people aren't your friends
Inhaling thrills through twenty dollar bills
and the tumblers are drained and then flooded
again and again.

There's guards at the onramps
Armed to the teeth
And you may case the grounds
from the cascades to Puget Sound
but you are not permitted to leave.

I know there's a big world out there

I was waiting for a cross-town train in the London Underground
when it struck me
that I'd been waiting since birth to find a love that would look and sound
like a movie
so I changed my plans, I rented a camera and a van
and then I called you
I need you to pretend that we are in love again
and you agreed to

I want so badly to believe that there is truth
and love is real

Smeared black ink
Your palms are sweaty
And I'm barely listening to last demands
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath

Where I am

I'll wear my badge
A vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends: I am a visitor here I am not permanent
And the only thing keeping me dry is where I am

you seem so out of context

I was running late for work
So I didn't change my shirt
The evening's drinks left a lingering taste in my mouth
And when I left
You were fast asleep
Tangled in the sheets
And on the bus I could have sworn it was all a dream
And it didn't happen to me
And then I felt the scrapes
From the slippery subway grate.
Oh how you laughed
At my complete lack of grace.
But I could not recall

I'll be the grapes fermented, bottled and
served with the table set in my finest suit
like a perfect gentleman.
I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the
ancient brick where you will sit and
contemplate your day.

I'll be the waterwings that save you if you
start drowning in an open tab when your
judgement's on the brink.
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite

I've got a cupboard with cans of food
Filtered water and pictures of you
and I'm not coming out until this is all over

and I'm looking through the glass
where the light bends at the cracks
And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs
pretending the echoes belong to someone
Someone I used to know

And we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go

I take a breath
Hold the air until there's nothing left
I'm feeling green
Teenage lovers between the sheets

ba ba-ba-ba ba ba-ba-ba ba ba-ba-ba ba ba ba

Knuckles clenched to white
as the landing gear detracts for flight
My head's a balloon
Inflating with the altitude

ba ba-ba-ba ba ba-ba-ba ba ba-ba-ba ba ba ba (x3)

I watch the patchwork farms
Slowly fade into the ocean's arms