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letra de the questions simple - the boy bathing

[verse 1]
listen to me singing through the microphone
like i’m talking through the wires of a telephone
it’s a couple of notes higher than a baritone
getting quieter ’til you can barely hear a note

’cause every poem i’ve written you can take apart
the questions can be simple but the answer hard
how can i finish if i never start?
how can i love you with a broken heart?

i’m giving it a week until i quit the band
no thousand records sold and no biggest fan
no more summer touring, sleeping in the van
no five dollars at the door-yman stamp my hand

’cause i could’ve been a doctor with a stethoscope
listening to hearts and writing doctors notes
but i’m not leaving the band — it was just a joke
i’ll be coughing out a song so i can clear my throat

until it’s time to die i’m gonna drown myself
i don’t wanna be responsible for no one else
into the pacific with a white sail flowing
a hole into the bottom of the ocean
how can i be sorry for the things i’ve done
how can i be finished if i’ve not begun
i’m not even sure i want to try again
every day begins, and every sun does set

how’s it gonna matter if i die today?
maybe one less car on the interstate
if the clouds are gonna gather, then it’s time to rain
how will i feel better when i feel the same?

yeah, one is just a start but she’s a perfect number
you are healthy appetite, and i am hunger
maybe in a couple weeks when i get better
we can see a movie or just do whatever

i see her in the hallway like a ballet dancer
if she were to fall, it would be ‘thout a catcher
i can make you happy, by your side forever
if you want to call me, i’ll be there to answer

[pre-chorus]
i’m taking half the year to go explore the world
maybe find out that it spins around in one big circle
makes me wish for something like a greater purpose
something when we die that we can take down with us
[chorus]
something that’ll fit inside an empty casket
twenty friends to help a widow spread the ashes
i want to be the one to cause a chain reaction
maybe make a difference before something happens

’cause lately they’ve been talking of a big disaster
something everyone’ll have to clean up after
forget all of the things i can’t remember
running through the rye, but there is no catcher

i remember summers, our joy and laughter
everyone was having so much fun together
now it seems the seasons all go by much faster
lonesome for the empty fields where nothing matters
where nothing matters

- the boy bathing

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