Reasons Not To Be An Idiot Lyrics - Last Minutes & Lost Evenings (cd W/bonus Dvd) - Frank Turner

You're not as messed up as you think you are 

Your self-absorption makes you messier. 

Just settle down and you would feel a whole lot better. 

Deep down you're just like everybody else. 

She's not as pretty as she thinks she is 

Just picture her after she's had kids. 

I bet she sits at home and listens to The Smiths. 

Deep down she's just like everybody else. 

So why are you sat at home? 

You're not designed to be alone. 

You just got used to saying No. 

So get up, get down and get outside. 

Because it's a lovely sunny day, 

And you hide yourself away. 

You've only got yourself to blame. 

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Get Up, Get down and get outside. 

He's not as clever as he likes to think 

He's just ambitious with his arguing. 

He's crap at dancing, 

And he can't hold his drink. 

Deep down he's just like everybody else. 

I'm not as awesome as this song makes out- 

I'm angry, underweight and sketching out. 

I'm building bonfires of my vanities and doubts to get warm. 

Just like everybody else. 

So why are you sat at home? 

You're not designed to be alone. 

You just got used to saying No. 

So get up, get down and get outside. 

Because it's a lovely sunny day, 

And you hide yourself away. 

You've only got yourself to blame. 

Get Up, Get down and get outside. 

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Amy thinks her life is lacking in drama. 

So she fell for horoscopes, faith-healing and Karma. 

She's so wrapped up in her invisible armour 

She'll never grow into herself. 

And it's ok thinking me and all my friends are just wasters. 

But all the same I can still see through her airs and graces. 

I guess she's scared her life won't leave any traces. 

Kind of like everyone else. 

And that's not the point anyways. 

Oh darling, 

I felt compelled to call you up to say: 

So why are you sat at home? 

You're not designed to be alone. 

You just got used to saying No. 

So get up, get down and get outside. 

Because it's a lovely sunny day, 

And you hide yourself away. 

You've only got yourself to blame. 

Get Up, Get down and get outside. 

Get Up, Get down and get outside. 

Get Up, Get down and get outside. 

Get Up, Get down and get outside. 

Get Up, Get down and get outside. 

Get Up, Get down and get outside. 

... 

I keep having dreams 

Of pioneers and pirate ships and bob dylan 

Of people wrapped up tight in the thing that'll kill them 

Of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom 

Of open seas and ways of life we've forgotten 

I keep having dreams 

Amy worked in a bar in exeter 

I went back to her house and i slept beside her 

She woke up screaming in the middle of the night 

Terrified of her own insides 

Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst 

Breaking through a life over-rehearsed 

She can't remember which came first 

The house, the home or the terrible thirst 

She keeps having dreams 

And on the worst days 

When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons 

She's got her cowboy boots and car keys on the bed stand 

So she can always run 

She can get up and shower in half an hour 

She'd be gone 

I keep having dreams of things i need to do 

Of waking up and of following through 

But it feels like i haven't slept at all 

When i wake to her silence and she's facing the wall 

Posters of Dylan and Hemmingway 

An antique compass for a sailor's escape 

She says "You just can't live this way" 

And i close my eyes and i never say 

I'm still having dreams 

And on the worst days 

When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons 

I sleep with my passport 

One eye on the backdoor 

So i can always run 

I could get up, shower and in half an hour 

I'd be gone 

And come morning 

I am disappeared 

Just an imprint 

On the bed sheets 

I'm by the roadside 

With my thumb out 

A car pulls up 

And Bob's driving 

So i climb in 

We don't say a word 

As we pull off 

Into the sunrise 

And these rivers 

Of tarmac 

Are like arteries 

Across the country 

We are blood cells 

Alive in 

The blood stream 

Of the beating heart of the country 

We are electric 

Pulses 

In the pathways 

Of the sleeping soul of the country 

We are electric 

Pulses 

In the pathway 

Of the sleeping soul of the country 

(we are electric) 

... 

God dammit Amy, we're not kids any more 

You can't just keep waltzing out of my life 

Leaving clothes on my bedroom floor 

Like nothing really matters, like pain doesn't hurt 

You should be more to me by now than just heartbreak in a short skirt 

You kind of remind me of scars on my arms that I made when I was a kid 

With a disassembled disposable razor I stole from my dad 

When I thought that suffering was something profound 

That weighed down on wise heads 

And not just something to be avoided 

Something normal people dread 

God dammit Amy, well of course I've changed 

With all the things I've done and the places I've been 

I'd be a machine if I had stayed the same 

But you're still back where we started, you haven't changed at all 

You're still trying to live like a kid, like you can always have it all 

You know you kind of remind me of scars on my arms that I hid as best I could 

That I covered with ink, but in the right kind of light they still bleed through 

Showing that there are some things I just can't change no matter what I do 

The tell-tale signs of being used 

Of being trapped inside of you 

You're a beautiful butterfly 

Burned with a branding iron 

Onto my outsides into my insides 

As a simple sign 

To show off your ownership 

Burned into my naked skin 

Onto my outsides into my insides 

It's not even love any more 

It's just a claim upon my soul 

It stains my skin, yeah it's on my breath 

And I'm ashamed to get undressed 

In front of strangers in case they see 

The tell tale signs that you have left all over me 

God dammit Amy 

You'll always remind me of scars on my arms that I know will never fade 

And it's not like it's something I think about each and every day - 

I just occasionally catch myself scratching them, as if they'd ever go away 

But these tell tale signs are here to stay, and in the end you know that's OK 

You will always be a part of my patched-up patchwork taped-up tape-deck heart