Lyrics:
My last 3 bucks are all crumpled up
And in my pocket (aah)
But with my luck it's like a sucker punch
So i'll probably drop it
I grab my keys, head
So I went to Dunkin Donuts and
I bought a iced coffee
With a crumpled up five dollar bill
I took a scenic drive by some big ass houses
Of some rich
be
I never thought it would be so hard
Trying to reconcile all
The parts of me inside
Crumpled face waking
Warm hug on a lap
These are the things
changes, the box stays the same in shame
Shovel up the pieces to the pain
You can try to hide yourself in this world of pretend
When the paper's crumpled
of pretend
But when the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again
From the top to the bottom (bottom to top, I stop)
At the core of the rotten
the wind is gone
And the memory now is like the picture was then
When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again
From the top to the bottom
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all too well
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like
even seen
Behind the dash, in Mary's crumpled up machine
A little match box circled by a rubber band
And inside, the ring from Walter Browning's
even seen
Behind the dash, in Mary's crumpled up machine
A little match box circled by a rubber band
And inside, the ring from Walter Browning's
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all too well
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like
"You know who I am," he said
The speaker was an angel
He coughed and shook his crumpled wings
Closed his eyes and moved his lips
"It's time we
a time like then
I put on my paper so I could come back to them
Someday I'm hopin' to close my eyes and pretend
That this crumpled up paper can be
"You know who I am," he said
The speaker was an angel
He coughed and shook his crumpled wings
Closed his eyes and moved his lips
"It's time we
the wind is gone
And the memory now is like the picture was then
When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again
From the top to the bottom
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lyin' here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all
They say, "All's well that ends well," but I'm in a new hell
Every
Hopelessly the ghost of me sinks down into a chair
And underneath the cushion there's a ribbon from her hair
Just a crumpled up reminder that my
In the back of a record rack
There's an old double pack.
Twelve inches and black,
With an old crumpled cover,
But every track is stacked.
suicide)
He finally found (the brick wall in his life)
Shining up his engine (he dressed right up for it)
At the top of the speedo (he crumpled the bike)
out of the rubble
Now they are both living in a soft soap bubble
The film producer's contemplating, entertaining suicide
The picture crumpled in
my ass kicked, I'm coming back
Like a sarcastic crumpled sack of shit, still mad
Disgruntled had some struggles yeah
But that passionate hunger's
in your crumpled splendor
When you sing to the farthest rafter
With your big life full of love and laughter
Can pull me up from the rabbit hole
of bein' honest
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lyin' here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all
Too well
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
baptized, the brand new blue suit on
An old set of keys to his Chevrolet
A crumpled up receipt for a wedding ring
We watched ourselves grow up there in his
the dark, let me disappear
Memories that flutter like bats out of hell
Stab you from the city spires
Life wasn't worth the balance
Or the crumpled paper
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