paroles de chanson Return Conversation - homestretchart

Hey man, did you notice the bass strings make, like, R2-D2 sound on this track
You mistake me, I am not so fun to be the unease
Of every party, run out and strung out with a not-said joke
Choked up on another bloke whose name must be unspoke, forgetting the painted picture of pain

I am really just a man within no restraint begging you to say in calling out my name
A returned conversation gained allowing some sort of soul to be heard
Apart from the silence someone once said, quiet is violent, and I am so far from it
How could I then be the same, though in abuse the victimhood of it calls my name

Will not you call it louder? Do I have to be funny? I will tell you a joke
I am socially isolated to the point of having no hope, the smartest
Man alive, it seems to me, yet that dumbest outlook of luck, or fortuned, fate charmingly stuck
Misunderstood to be clinically ill or depressed instead of

Just blessed to be cursed with an uncommon ability and passion for problem-solving
A paradigm pair is mine of power, sure, but infinite perception anchors
Away, I am visibly sweating, what if I find out I am the one at fault for all this
That the devil is me, then I am not more like Christ, but literally oppositely

Positioned and as much as I do not care my mission, I would at least like to not be
The agent of my own eternal demise, I say with a wink and a smile
And a grin, I think I will charm fate for the chance to marry you tonight and die with you tomorrow
Your savior from Boredom, at least borrowed from Christ

Hey, dude, do you mind if I steal your throne for a minute in this girl's mind
I am playing hard to find and I want to get her spinning in wonder of glorious
White holes I see reflected in her eyes, gateways to wonder, is this man mine
Contend with me in running, I will take the gazed blushing and tame

Shyness and bleed myself dry with overzealousness, do you see my problem
Return a conversation, damn it, I am struggling, I am the chosen one to burn myself
Up on, Mustafar in passion, Anakin pad me down with intellectual seriousness
But I am really just trying to get you and me alone in a back room, nakedly

Protected by a marriage certificate and dry-humping our people's pain away of equating celibacy with ultimate sexual purity
Return a conversation, damn it, say I do, so I can run you through instead of me
I fall on my own sword far too often for the sake of my own grandeur, glory and health, one of these days
I will kill myself, come on, not everyone's going to get this humour

But I know who I adorably adore and hopefully, well, I would rather not get thrown into
A psych ward again, from which friendly conversation with an
African man started, in dialect, doctor you misunderstand me, I am a perfectly functioning
Well-oiled masterpiece of masculine zeal and strength, you perceive this as something needing medication

What lithium, do I look like a car battery to you
You complete hedonistic dunce, I am in here for a misunderstanding of my
African nation's customs and cultures, of presentation, I am an English professor
In my native country and I believe I will sit here until I am duly released

While you lunatics and scrubs try to project your own scathing self-loathing
Unto my own image, I think I gained a brother that day I was laughing hysterically
Anyway, please return conversation, I gave you an icebreaker here
No too much tonnage, to show, oh yeah, bit dicked out, that is to say looking like some

Charles Dickens, sucking too much at standing on either side of the aisle
To find you there next to me, no matter where you stand on and in the aisle
I think I will stand opposite to you, it will be a party view, a hulahoop of
A spinning circle, you cannot stop moving, try not to compromise with me

Your motion moving in parliament of my leadership, but ultimately ending up
Stuck in my two-party system, oh man, we went from one party to two parties
A marriage of two parties, a compromise, a peace, please put everyone at ease
And make this guy's present tense president of all our lives and yours

Come on bride, let our virginity come, I have misplaced my spelling, sorry spelling out so long