Patience

Patience

pokerowan's picture
NOT SAFE FOR WORK

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NSFW for a swear :0

(Apologies for the dish percussion in the background.)

Lyrics: 

Didn’t ask for it all
You didn’t stop to chat
I guess it’s hard when you got two halves
Fighting like that

I wander through the wilderness
I s’pose I’m just sad
I wonder which part of you never liked me back

I need to pick better people, make them mean less
They sure get stuck in my heart long after they’ve left
When people-pleasing meets shitty luck
It’s no wonder I’m stuck, no wonder I’m stuck

All those touches
The time we spent
I’m still puzzled and hurt over
Where it went

And if we talk, if we talk
Your patience is short and you always sound bored
And you slipped through the window with the curtains drawn
And I got caught

I need to pick better people, make them mean less
They sure get stuck in my heart long after they’ve left
And these songs are great excuses to make fun of me
But I’ll never get free, I’ll never get free

No squinting through the smoke of this burning bridge
I’m not gonna make your pilgrimage
Got me stranded on the banks here, dumbstruck
It’s no wonder I’m stuck, no wonder I’m stuck



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Comments

Chip Withrow's picture

I like the dish percussion! At first, I thought someone here at my house was in the kitchen.
This one has a lot of personal meaning - speaks to some things my daughter is going through now. Guitar/vocal absolutely the right thing for a personal, heartstring-tugging song like this.

Susan Cantey's picture

Some really NICE rhymes here. Love your smoky haunting voice on this one. Smooth & sweet!

splittybooms's picture

"I need to pick better people, make them mean less"
This is everything I've wanted to say to people, but didn't have the words.
Excellent writing.
The soft, whipsery vocals made me listen harder, but that makes one appreciate the voice more, I feel.
The background noise makes me feel like someone who works at a restaurant fled to a little back room or pantry to get this song out of their hearts quickly.