Thank You Lyrics - Copper Gone - Sage Francis

You gave me language as a gift, I turned it against you 

I was stupid, I was young, I was hanged by my Judas tongue 

You shouldn't give weapons to kids that don't know better 

I can't possibly understand that there's no such thing as forever 

For every letter in the alphabet 

You said connect 'em to a happy word, no matter how bad things get 

I did my best, but the pickings got slim 

Once I arrived at "X" and I had to think of synonyms 

Weight 'em against the antonyms, I was hanging with all the mannequins 

Who are on a constant search for a person's amputated limbs 

Almost offered up my own, trading in my arms and legs 

You said learn to express yourself if you're gonna stand for things 

I stood up with that expression, stood up against everything including you 

I was stupid, I was adolescent, but I had your lessons to cling on to 

And I want you to know how much it helped 

Considering everything that I'd gone through 

It was a period without periods, run on sentences were like binges 

I was a comma with no cause, a rebel with no clause 

Anxiety is no excuse once there's nothing left to separate 

We could have connected, but didn't 

I was ignorant, passed out on the spacebar 

The further we drifted apart the closer 

I came to realizing just how amazing you are 

Now that you're gone I'mma say it to the stars 

'Till my words knock worlds off their axes and the universe collapses 

Thank you for the matches, for the gift of fire 

For the wood and the axe, for whooping my ass 

For the wheel even if you didn't invent it 

For the impact that you had on me, it's epic, thank you for the effort 

For teaching me the ABC's even if I never make my way to "Z" 

Even if I never do for someone else exactly what you did for me 

Thank you 

I was a stupid son of a gun with initials carved into me 

I was a stray, a runaway, afraid someday you'd shoot me 

So I scratched off the letters with a pocket knife 

It's how I loss my way when I was tossed into the fray 

This is not my life, who am I kidding, it's a thank you note 

Disguised as a written apology for everything you taught to me 

So awkwardly I approach the open microphone with everything that I wrote 

Clear my throat, adjust the collar on my coat 

As I rock crowds, microphones and boats and then I stroke 

Whatever little ego I have left, I should have left it at the alter 

But I didn't cause I'm an idiot, self-deprecating author 

With a paperback edition that isn't worth a flip through 

If I don't give you the credit that you deserve 

You edited the words from the grave and beyond 

From the first sign of sun raise at dawn 

Till the moonbeam set blaze to my lawn 

The universe collapses on my front steps 

So we get to share in that moment, for just one moment 

And nobody's upset, there's no more anger, there's no more sunsets 

So I crawl back in the chamber, you can shoot me up 

You might as well, we had great communication before the tower fell 

Thank you for the matches, for the gift of fire 

For the wood and the axe, for whooping my ass 

For the wheel even if you didn't invent it 

For the impact that you had on me, it's epic, thank you for the effort 

For teaching me the ABC's even if I never make my way to "Z" 

Even if I never do for someone else exactly what you did for me 

Thank you