Streetlight Manifesto All the Pieces ^минус

Grandpa told me one time that he didn't mind the pain
Of growing up and growing old and I would feel the same
But I don't understand, yeah I don't understand
I guess it's over my head

Grandma wasn't too impressed with half the things I did
I swear she only tolerated me 'cause I was there
But I don't hold a grudge, I hope that she don't hold a grudge
I guess it's out of our hands

Looking back I guess I get what they all try to say
But I think I understood the words, and not quite what they meant
But now it's much too late, to redeliberate
To reinterpret it down

If every tree you climb leaves a splinter in your palm
Then every hill you cross leaves you further off from home
If every love you lose makes it harder to move on
Then I confess that I know less now than at the start

But now it's time to say good night (Whoa!)
And everybody's looking at me (Whoa-oh!)
And I can't think of a word to say
So I will, nod my head and agree

'Cause everybody's got the time (Whoa!)
And it's just a matter of when (Whoa-oh!)
And I just hope when they come for me
That I'll be strong enough to defend what I've done

Every single time I tell myself this is the end
Somebody handing something off, the longing pulls me in
But this is my final ride, this is my last goodbye
I had had more than my share

And secretly I hope and pray that right before I die
I'll make amends with all my friends that I wrung out to dry
And hope they understand, I hope so bad they understand
That I was out of my mind

If every tree you climb leaves a splinter in your palm
Then every hill you cross leaves you further off from home
If every love you lose makes it harder to move on
Then I confess that I know less now than at the start

But now it's time to say good night (Whoa!)
And everybody's looking at me (Whoa-oh!)
And I can't think of a word to say
So I will, nod my head and agree

'Cause everybody's got the time (Whoa!)
And it's just a matter of when (Whoa-oh!)
And I just hope when they come for me
That I'll be strong enough to defend what I've done

Some day you'll see the pieces that you gathered up
Ironically were the pieces that don't mean too much
Everyone will assume in shame 'til somebody screamed out
"All the pieces don't add up!"

You'll find out, the thing you thought would never end
It winds down, eventually it changes tense
We will all talk about the things we do when we got out
But all our big plans fell apart to tiny pieces

But by now, you should've had something more to show
And I know, it didn't turn out the way you'd hope
We were all waiting on something we knew would never come
And all the pieces don't add up!

Under the threat of violence, with the weight of the world upon us
I focus on just surviving, just making it through the next hard time
We could barely figure out what everybody's on about
But all the pieces don't add up

And I know my mind, it's mine to mind
And I don't know right, from what feels right
I squandered all my chances, but I came to realize that
All the pieces don't add up

And you'll see despite attempts to warn you
Eventually you'll realize that all you wanted was a piece
A bit of peace of mind and a tiny ass piece of the pie

And I know, you've heard this all before my friend
And it goes, round and round until it ends
But right before it does, you'll turn to all the ones you love
And all the pieces fall in (place) place!

Way back in the day when there weren't shades of gray
And everyone was satisfied and everything had its place
Then we start on the side, we're slowly lobbing off
Wolfpacks of all the cracks are showing up in our walls

So they can (Down, down, down)
Yeah and everyone pays a price
None of us could believe the way the rumors multiplied
And they went (Round, round, round)
'Til everyone thought they knew
'Til everyone swallowed up the lie and thought it was the truth
But they were wrong

Grandpa told me one time that he didn't mind the pain
Of growing up and growing old and I would feel the same
But I don't feel too much of anything and I'm running out of days
I'm running out of metaphors and running out of ways
To say the things I want to say without me saying
All the things I want to say

Grandpa told me one time that he didn't mind the pain
Of growing up and growing old and I would feel the same
I don't understand, yeah I don't understand
I guess it's over my head