Butch Walker - Song Without A Chorus Lyrics
Well There's Sand In My BookFrom Writing On The BeachTrying To Find A Song For YouThat The Ocean Can Only ReachAnd This Beach Is Getting WiderThan My Train Of Thought Is LongAnd Each Little Grain Of SandIs Some Other ***** Poets SongSo I'll Try To Get This RightBefore The Sunburn Says I'm Wrong,Says I'm WrongI Keep On Shooting Clever GunsThat Blow Up In My FaceAnd What Good To Say I'm SorryWhen Time It Wont EraseAll The Times I Hit EraseOn Every Word You Said To MeAnd Just Covered It UpLike Dogshit On A Pretty City StreetJust To Not Piss Off The NeighborsNo Wonder I Cant Sleep, I Cant SleepA Song Without A Chorus,This Is My First AttemptCuz That Would Really Bore UsAnd The Title Would Go LimpBut These Words Just Keep On ShootingOut My Pen Just Like A GunAnd I'm Aiming At Your EarsTrying Not To Come UndoneCuz You Love The Smell Of GunshotsAnd The Company Of One.. No FunThey'll Probably Say This SucksBut I Don't Really CareAnd I Used The "gunshot" WordSo It Wont Get On The AirWhile The Rappers Do A DrivebyAnd Smoke Crack Then Praise The LordWhile A White-bread Singer SongwriterHas To Stand Here Looking BoredAnd While I'm At It, I Should MentionThat All The Guns I Used In MySongs Were Fake...Not Real... Plastic..*****... Get Real... Blast It...I Still Love You
