Threewrite (non-prophets) Lyrics - Sage Francis

This is to the (uh-uh) intertwined souls 

the hands I've been trying to hold 

This is to the (uh-uh) love that I lost 

and all the troubling thoughts of how I got double-crossed 

and this is to the (uh-uh) divorce I was forced to settle with 

and the remorse I fought off with metal fists 

and this is to the (uh-uh) wet, watery kiss I left you with 

on your porch while I watched your trembling lips 

This is to the... memory of our early years 

the first girl I shared feelings with 

and it's the realest thing I'd experienced in my short existence 

I ain't afraid to admit 

cause love is one of the things that doesnt come with an age limit 

now does it? In fact I'ma have to say I'm more keen to feel such things 

hopeful dreams I'd lost in a smokescreen of meaningless fucking 

Touching without touching, candles in the dark 

casting shadows on our parents battles, this is for the romantics at heart 

It wasn't too long before I held you more then my pen 

when I wasn't writing songs, it was something like 

"Forever and always, whenever those songs play..." 

I remember empty hallways 

or your image that descended from the top floor became an echo 

I paid the price for those hard things, and couldn't afford to let go 

From a passive debt, I'm past regret 

Did you know I dreamt about you before we met? 

Remembering our first kiss, it hadn't even happened yet 

Recollecting your set, and I wasn't ever given the chance to forget 

I guess that's the magic of it 

Now every rehashed subject's displaying what I wrote 

on cafe napkins to the public 

to get it over and done with, closure hath cometh 

My shoulders have plummeted from holding these buckets 

Hold your laughs till I go back to the tunnels of Paris 

where I wrote half of these paragraphs... but fuck it 

This is to my ten year story, in another decade 

you better be better prepared for me 

in the first four years, you were all ears 

then the next six, you left me for the next EX 

THEN WENT DEF TO MY MESSAGE 

So that began my affair with the world abroad 

Behind the curtain with the other hurtful girls I explored 

Until I became the monster, turning to the words that I record 

Pardon me, if you heard it all before 

"I didn't shake you to hurt you" 

when you landed on the floor 

In a room of naked virtue 

I closed my eyes to cancel what I saw 

Your hand made the first move to the handle of the drawer 

where the frail girl couldn't think to live 

"I didn't shake you to hurt you" 

I never planned it before 

I can't shake off your perfume, can't wash my hands no more 

and I'm breaking my curfew, but I can't walk 

I'm standing at the door, I hear the wailing of a little kid 

...and the failure of innocence 

His compromise eyeing the side of the kitchen sink 

What'you think, I just let you cut you, cut me-- cut the bullshit 

Damn, I love the hugs enough to tolerate 

the way we made each other crazy, making it so tough to operate productively 

my self esteem didn't help when I felt ugly 

and I figured that's the reason why you wouldn't touch me 

My ego does bleed, I should've let you test it 

and let your arms free to follow through with your domestic slip up 

Love is a battlefield so lick your shots quick 

while I lick my wounds and then resume as an obvious target 

Infatuations with the past protect my Purple Heart with 

a faded picture I had in my shirt pocket 

I'm going out with a bang.. 

in a blaze of glory holes, the anti-hero 

I don't care how many ways the story's told 

Be careful when these doolies play like drums 

and watch what you foolishly say, because my uzi weighs a tongue.. 

This is to the sleepless evenings that I spent next to grave stones 

Hoping someone from beyond would grab my arm and take me home 

I half accepted I'd have to make it alone 

after feeding everything I had into a payphone 

and this is to the rain.. 

It felt like it was made of spit 

My parade was an unbreakable chain of Gabe's trumpets 

Save the buckets even though they weighed down my walking 

You don't know the height of the steak you place your fork in 

You look old (that's what you said) 

I feel old (that's what I said) 

I been through a lot since you been gone, dead, born again 

torn to shreads over girls who were porcelain 

the cry-baby dolls, when we were allowed to talk again 

I stopped accepting wake-up calls (that ring true) 

I hate the way I fall for everything you do 

Our fate is flawed, that's why I make these break-up songs to sing to you 

Musics my only psychiatric drug 

And you're a pill in human form I'd like to hide under my tongue 

Kiss the foot that couldn't fit into the slipper of my mouth 

The denizen in your house begging for the benifit of your doubts 

When I got kicked out, I played the faithful puppy dog 

Loyal to the love alost, sitting by your fucking door in utter disbelief 

I sucked all of the skin off of my teeth 

you pulled away, you let me choke on your invisible leash 

You can find me hiding these screams behind my eyelids 

She blinded me (she blinded me) with silence.. 

So my air-mail lips blew her a fairwell kiss 

Slinking over the sink, where all the hair gel drips 

Stairwells dip deep into her mouth where I found a cycle 

and ever since then, I've been on a downward spiral 

this round is final, it's time to recover 

because it's a porch that some dogs choose to die under 

the first song was a breakdown, I apologize in round two 

this version im certain, this shit ain't even about you 

It's the threewrite..