Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peter David Boger
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter David Boger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter David Boger
Producer
Lyrics
I grew up before I even knew who I was
Looking you up
A southern-flown troop to the love
Flowing to a dam
Scammed how you viewed it because
I ran too much of the fuss
Stand-in you ran it up
Get it newer
Appraised jewels stayed in the husk
Ain't it true I stayed with you
Before the news ran amuck
You gave into what it was
Now I'm ashamed and stuck
If you gave a fuck
But the exchange rate
Had a strange trait
That currency ran up
The current in me inflamed
The burden in the above
Made you remember my name
May be dismembered but it'll never change
I'm in your brain like a drug
And everyday replay like you ran away
Gimme some
Finicky fun
Dignity dug in the one
That has never given me one chance
Display of the sun
If I could only have once dance
I'd play a tool song
Before you move on
To show you you wrong
I wanted you all along
You won't like me for long
We can be unlikely in love
Even if I write you a song
We'll still be alone
You'll kill me one day it'll get done
'Til I like me enough
I won't let your light in my room
Can't even agree to the dust
I'll see you at dusk
Awake or the tomb
I'll make a way for you
Damn it sucks you never asked me
What actually mattered
I saw it that way then
I see it that way after
Some new things that I see
You pointed out to me
Really it's much more poignant now retroactively
Never proactive. I mash into an attachment
Then look back get to asking
If anyone sees the tracks we laid
I know it's past too late
Sad looking into the lake
After every great bask my back aches
And then I'm asking the snakes if I should be ashamed
They look me back in my face
Twist and manipulate
When I reciprocate
People discriminate
Evil lurking within us all
Best not let it inundate
Zest from a lemon specific taste
Don't let the pith infiltrate
Shit now the bitterest taste
I let get in the way
Now I'm sick and afraid
Of tripping again on the twisted fate
I got tricked in the sit and wait
You don't like me today
Seems unlikely that'll ever change
Ironic now we don't get along
I'm writing you songs
While the light is away
I'm in my hideaway
'Til I like me enough
I won't let your light 'til I bloom
Can't even agree to the dust
I'll see you at dusk
Awake or the tomb
Hope I can make room
Written by: Peter David Boger

