1. |
Problems
03:04
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There's a dim light
Where my heart used to be
Put up a good fight
But it was up to me
And all the kids say
He ain't good enough
And all the kids say
He's gotta start actin' tough
Just want a perfect life
Like on TV
They don't have problems
Like you and me
Communication
Is getting weaker
Since she fell in love
With a tweaker
And all the kids say
He ain't good enough
And all the kids say
He's gotta start actin' tough
Just want a perfect life
Like on TV
They don't have problems
Like you and me
And there's a radio on
I never liked that song
And there's a radio on
I never liked that song
Just want a perfect life
Like on TV
They don't have problems
Like you and me
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2. |
Grand Romantic Life
03:18
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Un! Duex! Trois! Quatre!
Monday morning
She's under cover as alive
Slamming coffee
Dark as the rings under her eyes
To stay awake
For corporation 9 to 5
In her own world
She's a writer for the times
Turning memoirs
And pushing progress by the line
A frequent of the front page
Ms. New York city prime
But that's not how the story goes
Maybe for the best of us
But the whole world knows
That the rest of us
Are living anything but
Grand romantic life
Tragic Tuesday (Tragic Tuesday)
She misses her alarm
Oh so convenient
Her Honda Civic never starts
Third time this month
That she's broke the bosses heart (My poor heart!)
In her own world
She's on a private jet
Destination
Undecided yet
Vacation calls her name
And she doesn't take regrets
(Ladies and gentlemen as we prepare for our descent,
Please return to your seats and uh fasten your seat belts)
But that's not how the story goes
Maybe for the best of us
But the whole world knows
That the rest of us
Are living anything but
Grand romantic life
And if her mother calls her up
And asks about her lovin' stuff
She'd have to say (What's she gonna say?)
She's all alone
1, 2, 3, 4
In her own world
She's got a corner with a view
A preppy intern
And secretary ingénue
Trophy husband
They say he models for J. Crew
But that's not how the story goes
Maybe for the best of us
But the whole world knows
That the rest of us
Are living anything but
Grand romantic life
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3. |
Like My Mother
02:58
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I'm sorry for my honesty
Your habit’s just too much for me
I know you know it's true
If I'm speaking honestly
I think it’s best if you just leave
But I guess that's up to you
You said it was bad romance
I say it was happenstance
Well who am I to blame
Maybe if I had the chance
We would've ended up in France
Like lovers in the rain
Who am I to-
Well, who am I to-
Blame
I can't keep going under
The Pain
They said I would recover
Again
I know I'm just a number
But now I'm feeling sick
I loved you like my mother
You said you need room to breathe
But I know we weren't meant to be
And I know you feel the same
Cause I found your piece behind the wall
And the sharpie in the bathroom stall
That says I'm getting played
Yeah you said it was bad romance
I say it’s just happenstance
Well who am I to blame
Maybe if I had the chance
We would’ve ended up in France
J'ai appris cette langue pour tu
Who am I to-
Well, who am I to-
Blame
I can’t keep going under
The pain
They said I would recover
Again
I know I'm just a number
But now I'm feeling sick
I loved you like my mother
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4. |
Intheinbetween
03:48
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I got a one-way love with nicotine
And I reek of cigarettes
Ashes fill my fingertips
And lines show from the stress
I got lovers up in Calgary
Who tell me I'm depressed
And whisper through their hollow lies
"It would be just the best"
But I don't know if I believe
That everything is meant to be
I just don't know if I can believe
And I don't know if I believe
That time will heal eventually
All of my wounds feel permanent to me
Oh I'm stuck, I'm stuck living in the
I'm stuck, I'm stuck living in the
I'm stuck, I'm stuck living in the in-between
So it ain't no news I'm no Goody Two-Shoes
I'm sorry to confess
That most nights I'm just lonely now
With whiskey-stained regrets
Oh I keep searching but I'm getting older
And older breath by breath
And getting old is getting old for me
It burns down in my chest
That I still don't know if I believe
That everything is meant to be
I just don't know if I can believe
And I don't know if I believe
That time will heal eventually
All of my wounds feel permanent to me
'Cause I'm stuck, I'm stuck living in the
I'm stuck, I'm stuck living in the
I'm stuck, I'm stuck living in the in-between
Oh I'll be 21 in just a year
My father used to tell me
"Son, music's no career" so
I'm a little old but it's my only way of coping with the fear
I'm stuck, I'm stuck living in the
I'm stuck, I'm stuck living in the
I'm stuck, I'm stuck living in the in-between
(Yeah I don't know if I believe
That everything is meant to be
I just don't know if I can believe
And I don't know if I believe
That time will heal eventually
All my wounds feel permanent to me)
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5. |
Flinching
05:53
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Try and see my side of things
I know you could
If we take our chances
Would that do us good?
You can't tell the difference
Between bad and worse
But I would choose the latter
'Cause we'd both be hurt
Oooooo
Tell me without flinching
Would you ever leave?
You don't have to answer
But it would be sweet
And you've got your whole life ahead
I won't get your way
But I get this feeling
Every time you say
What's the point if life is boring
I could love you but who's scoring
Give me one chance I'll be whoring
Myself off to you til morning
Try and see my side of things
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