Conor Oberst Things You Know
Stealing quiet on my bed and fighting wars inside my
head
While counting footprints on the ceiling
Blank and colorless tapestries
The voices yell inside of me
And I knew then the paint was peeling
You say you know this misery
We'll thats no more than sympathy for me
Cause this time you were faking
Your motive very questioning
This silence is so defining now see
You see you've got me shaking
Screaming cursing then you spit and saying all your
worthless shit
And I, of course I'm worth hearing.
And I don't know of what I sing
But you my friend don't know anything
And that's what makes you not worth fearing
And I've been lying here for awhile now
Sitting and acting like a child
And if you find my garden could you bring it back
Cause I've been lying here for awhile now
And I, I've been dying here for awhile now.
And I, I've been dying for awhile for awhile now.
If your finger is an untamed beast
Then I am just a centerpiece on the table of your
feelings
I find it sort of an interlude it's just that helpless
attitude of mine
Cause there's no footprints on your ceiling
And everything slips through my hand
I'm sorry I don't understand those point I should be
making
Your selflessness I should have miss
I never knew this emptiness like a child been mistaken
That all the things you never take the toys you
purposely would break
Like a gift that I was giving
I know I just did hear and stare never thinking about
how unfair it was
Like a light that was leaving
And I've been lying here for awhile now
Sitting and acting like I was in exile
But if you see my sister could you send her home
Cause I've been dying here for awhile now.
And I, I'll be dying here in awhile now.
Dying for awhile, for awhile now.
I'm dying for awhile, awhile, awhile now, for awhile
for awhile now.