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Grasping At Straws

from February Album Writing Month by Charlie Crane

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This song began its life as a disasterously inept backing track that had not been cooperating with me all month. I finally rewrote the words (once I realized that the expression was "grasping at straws" and not "gasping for spoons"), fixed the backing a little and sang it and hoped for the best, and this is the result. I must say, it doesn't suck quite as much as it probably should.

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she always thought of me
as her enemy
even when the elevator was playing our song

she never wanted to be
the better half of me
she always thought that love would take too long

she can't control her rage
if all the world's a stage
and she's the writer i would be a write-out

cuz i can be replaced
or seemingly erased
i'd be traced over with a dose of white out

if you cannot fix it, don't admit that it's broke
go ahead and laugh, if you think love is a joke
every time she sees me now she'll still wish me well
she's grasping at straws and hoping i cannot tell

i always seemed so nice
she thought i'd break the ice
she thought she'd melt my heart by playing with fire

you know sometimes she thought
i was a lancelot
but reality can't change to suit her desires

i'll get it off my chest
but apathy is best
cuz i know it'd be too easy to hate her

she's running from the truth
searching for a fountain of youth
it's like she's running up the down escalator

if you cannot fix it, don't admit that it's broke
go ahead and laugh, if you think love is a joke
every time she sees me now she'll still wish me well
she's grasping at straws and hoping i cannot tell

and so i guess it's through
there's nothing she can do
and now the both of us can do as we please

and so i'll jump for joy
she'll find another boy
next time she wants someone to feed her disease
and pay all her fees
and bless when she'll sneeze
and laugh when she'll tease
she'll find him with ease

my baby's a picasso with the things that she'll say
they only make sense from a safe distance away
every time she sees me now she'll still wish me well
she's grasping at straws and hoping i cannot tell

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from February Album Writing Month, released February 28, 2005

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