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When it was an instrumental, this was the first song I wrote after putting my "first album" to bed, hating every second of making and listening to that process. It gave me new life. When I wrote the lyrics for it I thought that all my horizons had closed.

lyrics

I've been feeling my age again
Couldn't get out of bed
Feeling too old for this

I've been making my own bed lately.
I'm such a good little boy!
But I'm getting too old for this

I've been walking with my fists balled
Down Cookman Ave.
All of my friends are gone

Everybody I know is either
Pregnant, married, high, or dead
Or you

You can make me run into a flame
You can make me forget my own name
You can tie a string around your little finger -
Pull it back
And though I'd never leave my lover's side
I will always run when I am tied
Just to feel the tension around my neck

I guess this is how it's going to be
You keep betting on my bad heart,
And banking on my bad memory
(Or selective, defective, deluded, or full of shit, or whatever)
And all these trap-doors that I keep leaving out for you
Are all the same ones that I keep falling through
And there I am: another high school freshman
Alone in the hall
Who goes in like a lion and out like a lamb.
The fear of a child with the mask of a very old man

You can make me run into a flame
You can make me forget my own name
You can tie a string around your little finger
You can pull it back when I get far
And even though I'd never leave your side
I will always run when I am tied
Just to feel the tension around my neck
Just to know that you would want me back

If only I could travel back in time
If only I could act my age for once
If only I was younger than I was

credits

from Promises, Promises (or, Edible Feedback), released December 31, 2012
Words and Music by Christopher Alexander

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