And Now I'm Nothing Songtext
von The Wonder Years
And Now I'm Nothing Songtext
I can′t help myself
I keep ending up in Memorial Park
Breaking fingernails
While I claw at the frozen ground
'Cause as long as I′m home
I can dig up these bones
There's no point to just letting go
& As long as you've known me
I′ve been backing out slowly
I won′t end up underneath the snow
This is where it's been
The manger scene every Christmas
Next to the cannon
Every year someone steals baby Jesus
Nobody stops them
It′s a nice tradition
I'll put my life back together in silence while
Writing songs on Molly′s guitar
& Suburbia, stop pushing
I know what I'm doing
So I moved myself
& Two boxes of things
To the basement room at Richie′s house
& I'm happy here for now
Because I've been in search of some steadier footing or
Just a place to call home
I know that I′m introspective when broken but
I′ve been spending most of my nights here alone
& That doesn't scare me like it did a year ago
I′ll put my life back together in silence while
Writing songs on Molly's guitar
& Suburbia, stop pushing
I know what I′m doing
Suburbia, stop pushing
I know what I'm doing
Suburbia, stop pushing
I know what I′m doing
I had dreams of myself
As the Allen Ginsberg of this generation
But without the talent
Madness, or vision
I guess it's looking hopeless
We're a city left digging out cars in unison
& Humming like we′ve healed
I know we′ve got miles to go
But I'm putting my shoulder to the wheel
I keep ending up in Memorial Park
Breaking fingernails
While I claw at the frozen ground
'Cause as long as I′m home
I can dig up these bones
There's no point to just letting go
& As long as you've known me
I′ve been backing out slowly
I won′t end up underneath the snow
This is where it's been
The manger scene every Christmas
Next to the cannon
Every year someone steals baby Jesus
Nobody stops them
It′s a nice tradition
I'll put my life back together in silence while
Writing songs on Molly′s guitar
& Suburbia, stop pushing
I know what I'm doing
So I moved myself
& Two boxes of things
To the basement room at Richie′s house
& I'm happy here for now
Because I've been in search of some steadier footing or
Just a place to call home
I know that I′m introspective when broken but
I′ve been spending most of my nights here alone
& That doesn't scare me like it did a year ago
I′ll put my life back together in silence while
Writing songs on Molly's guitar
& Suburbia, stop pushing
I know what I′m doing
Suburbia, stop pushing
I know what I'm doing
Suburbia, stop pushing
I know what I′m doing
I had dreams of myself
As the Allen Ginsberg of this generation
But without the talent
Madness, or vision
I guess it's looking hopeless
We're a city left digging out cars in unison
& Humming like we′ve healed
I know we′ve got miles to go
But I'm putting my shoulder to the wheel
Writer(s): Daniel Jason Campbell, Matthew Paul Brasch, Kenneth Alrich Cavaliere, Michael Dominic Kennedy, Joshua James Martin, Nicholas Steinborn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com